I sit at my bland desk
Wondering how to get my life fixed
I let out a silent cry
Praying for my stress to wave me goodbye
But at the end of the day i knew I had to work
Try my best and let out my unique quirks
I then wrote with a white paper and a pen
documenting the good times from way back when
I wrote my goals , my dream scores
And told myself that if I put in the work there would be gold
That was the day my life changed
And happiness was on the rise like freshly minced penny found in a well
Now here I sit to tell you
To never give up for hope is anew
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Word Soul
PoetryOk so u guys must be wondering what this is - so I'm a high school student who doesn't have a great metal health life and I've realised that no high school student does either soooo I wanna create a book with problems in it .... From depressing poem...
