im the quite but bubbly goth sittin in the front of the class listening to music and writing, being lost in her own world. i have been writing since third grade now. it is a passion and a way of life for me. each thought that crosses my mind is in poetic form. i like to call myself a true poet. i dont write because its fun or a venting process i just write because it is who i am and all i know
depression acts like a poison.
it lurks into your bones and teeth.
your thoughts, within your mind, turn to repetition
depression, a thick slimy substance that comes up from the deep.
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let me speak to you, all the secrets within.
worry, hope, love and dreams are in me.
forgotten i am tossed aside.
i am the world only you can escape to.
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my gentle glass world with holes to look through
here my mind use to be open and my thoughts flew
so beautiful the colors that shine
blues, blacks, and purples, so fine.
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