A Voice
Fear,
Find the ones that you hold dear.
Fear,
Keep them safe for I am near.
Fear,
You are the useless broken seer.
Hate,
Your life’s end is a little late.
Hate,
Did you really think you could escape your fate?
Hate,
Walk through the unopened gate.
Joy,
You’ve lost me in the void.
Joy,
This pain and all its noise.
Joy,
Why do you play with broken toys?
Pain,
You’ve lived your life thus far in vain.
Pain,
I’ll break your mind, you’ll be insane.
Pain,
How long until your death is my gain?
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I am a high school student at a small school, I've been through a lot so far throughout my life, but there are three things that I normally write about: I write about the depression that I battle every day and often lose to, and I write about the two women that I've fallen in love with, both of which left, and I'm never going to see either one again. If you like my writings, please e-mail me at [email protected]. It helps to know when people enjoy or relate to the things that I write.
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