At the end of the day, we gotta fight
Or choose flight
Maybe if you fight it will make it right
Or run away with all you might
What will you do tomorrow
Will the day bring as much sorrow
Are you depressed
Maybe that's why we suppress
We act as if we're less
At the end of the day
We have a say
What we do
But not everything we go through
But that's why we gotta fight
With all our might
Make it through the night
Don't stop until you see the light
Miley Rosewater
1/2/20
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My book of poem
PoetryI am going through some troubles, I decided that writing poetry will help me. This is mature for mentions of self-harm and violence. Well, reader welcome to my mind.
