The world has gone dark, my mind is now lost, why can't I just help others out of the dark, no matter what the cost.
The darkness is upon me, upon everything, things in this world are changing, everyone seems to be running, and just seem to keep on panicking.
I want to reach out, to those who need my help, but first I need to get out, and escape into the hell, that's been unleashed onto this world, we need a dreamworld.
Violence and hatred dominate, why do we need all of this hate? Why can't we all just get on? And help each other to just move on. I think life is precious, why believe in death, when there's nothing worse? Just try and get along with the world and be like the rest.
I'm crying out for help, for people to come together, and believe they can help, and improve this world and the lives of others for the better.
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PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
