What Do I choose
no matter how many times the pain comes
I can never run away
people don't accept the utterly broken
I'm falling for my unknown self
I'm crying in the bottom forgotten corner of my heart
I'm trying to boost my mood but I'm only falling short
I haven't even started on the worlds best part
hang on until I die
It might be soon if I start to cry
I'm hiding a part of myself from everyone else
I can't seem to turn everything around
where are the people who love me for me.
where are the people from my small town
the ones who understand
the nature that takes the pain away
the trees that suck the tears from my eyes
and the breeze that surrounds me with love
I'm trapped in a body that is hurting my spirit
I'm done
or am I?
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