I welcome the sunrise,
Even though it seems like lies.
And so I look to the skies,
To plead for help,
To possibly save myself,
From these thoughts.
This is the poetry I wrote while I was in a darker place. It was mush in my mind that came out as art. I hope... More
I welcome the sunrise,
Even though it seems like lies.
And so I look to the skies,
To plead for help,
To possibly save myself,
From these thoughts.