Be Alright

Stress

 Thoughts

  Emptiness

What's wrong?

 What's wrong?

I do not kow.

 

Anger at words unsoken,

No winning

 No winning.

I can't hold on.

 

I need you here,

Though it's forbidden,

But we would commit no sin.

 Just your presence to plead with my soul--

It's alright 

 It's alright

 

Be alright

This poem is about: 
Me

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