I've given up,
That's what I thought.
I'm lucky, compared to the rest,
They don't all have the support I do.
I'm grateful to them.
Because of them,
I can live
I have something to live for.
I don't want to stain their cheeks,
Not yet.
Because of them,
I'm
Alive.
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A Poetry Collection
PoetryJust a book of poetry filled with thoughts that run through my head. Warning! Can be triggering! Some newer poems may have mature themes.
