I was gone.
I was gone.
I was gone.
Screams echo.
Screams fade.
Screams remain.
I was gone.
I'm tired and its the pain, sadness and tears that makes me dream but I don't want to wake back up.
I was gone.
Its ironic how I'm happy, then mad, then sad. Its an endless cycle.
I just want to give up.
I was gone.
I was gone.
I was gone.
I want to go!
I want to leave!
I want to disappear!
I was gone.
Tell me I can be gone. Please?
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Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
