Staying still is hard in this world watching the people that love me being pushed away.
Seeing The tears run down my face as emotion coming out of me my dark room full of shattered memories.
Full of blood and angrier sadness and envy.
As I see the need for happiness but look around my room of memories and then back in the mirror.
In my eyes i see a young girl nothing wrong but as I look deep into my eyes I see a wall of pain.
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My depressing poetry
PoetryIf you do not like depressing poetry this not the book for you to read about poetry okay
