Find Me
I'm falling in a hole;
that I can't be heard from.
My body begins to disappear,
becoming long gone.
What do I do,
to find my way out?
When I can't even see,
wha'ts right in front of me.
It's cold and alone
from this point on.
What else can I do
to go back
where I came from?
I tried to find help,
but no one would listen.
So giving up now,
shall be the last I accomplish.
Days became slower,
and soon it had become
my time to finally crossover.
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OneLife_2Live
A lot of my former class mates from school, know me as the girl who got up in front of the class to read my poetry. Well back then, I had no idea how far I could go with them. But now I do. I used to feel like my poems were the only thing I could truly call my own and no one could ever take them from me. However, I have decided to share them with you all. I have realized the importance of these poems. Yes, my life hasn't been in the best, but writing has become my outlet. Some of these may seem strange, so if you have any questions let me know. I'm an open book. These poems are my life, my thoughts, and feelings, spoken. These poems represent who I am. Please enjoy :)
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