i see a valley far far away
the sun is high on this brand new day
i hike i trek i walk everywhere
but still i get nowhere near there
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im 13 and i have a pretty screwed up life. writing poems is my way to vent. most of all of them are dedicated to my on love. i am told my poems are amazing but not all of them)
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I feel the darkness all around
as i lay here dying on the ground
its getting closer enveloping me
can no-one hear me scream? ! ?
suddenly i see your face
how are you too in this place?
but i realize its just a dream
nobody has heard me scream
i see no light
its as black as the night
im binded by my dying fate
my life is covered by a concrete slate
if i die laying here
supressed by this one fear
the suffocation has taken hold
the pain the suffering these feelings are old
i've felt all of this before
as i lay dying on my own floor
but one though occurs
that thought is you
if you lose me.. what will you do?
i want you to live
unlike me
i want you to be happy
-justin white