Maybe you're having a hard time right now.
Experiencing the worst.
Feeling devastated and lost.
Maybe you're walking in the road made of torns
with a friend that mourns.
And seeing this world of plain black and white,
no colors,no hopes,no chance at all.
If you think death will make things right
after you'll left these behind.
Then you're wrong.
For death will never be an escape
and will never be an answer.
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Unspoken Words
Poetryrandom poems about random things from a random girl. x (currently editing)