Emotions are beutiful.. each and every one of them. If we can find the beauty in them, it can help us cope. These poems are my feelings spilled onto paper, delicately crafted in a melodic way that may reach the ears of those of you who can perhaps relate.
My foul behavior’s met by reprimanding friends
Who are blind to logic in my acts
And reject the way my heart defends..
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Clinging to the doorknob, I fall upon my knees
Begging for a comfort, to hush my constant pleas.
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Pity clouds the skies. I can't open my eyes.
Every companion I once had looks at me and sighs.
I've built myself up high only to shatter my foundation
And I'm lying in the residue of sick demoralization
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