Everyone has that one kid in their class.
The one with a heart of gold and eyes made of glass.
The one kid that helps those in need.
The one who is hurting, and makes themselves bleed.
Looks are deceiving, don't forget that.
Because that kid in your class,
May never come back.
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Poems
Poetryjust a bunch of poems I wrote. WARNING, there may be mention of self harm, suicide, panic attacks, and murder. if any of these trigger you, this book isn't for you. I'd say 14+?
