They asked me what happened,
Where my heart went.
I haven't always been this way;
Cold and heartless.
You see those kids there?
I used to be one of them,
Believe it or not.
Happy;
Alive;
But look at me now,
Numb and lifeless,
A piece of withering grass,
Mercilessly blow to and fro
By the wind.
All my joy stripped away,
Merely waiting for something
To change;
For life to get better.
But I'm not sure it will.
I'm not sure what happened.
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Hidden Thoughts
PoetryJust a bunch of little poems that I've written. Hope you like them, and are able to be comforted by some of them, or atleast be able to relate. And just something that I want to let you know is that I tend to write when I am in low spirits, it was j...
