no one sees
what i see
does it so
nonchalantly
"you'll understand
when you're grown"
questioning all
i've ever known
they can't lie
and say he's fine
when all his demons
are the same as mine
he hides from some
divine reprimand
a hopeless faith
i can't understand
so who am i now
idle and useless
i don't know how
some people do this
and here i am
drinking in my sorrows
on the anniversary
of choosing my tomorrows
so here's to
all of my
coming
tomorrows
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
