Brianna Wilshusen Poems

It is sad,
It is mad.
Who made it?
NOT me.
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Why do I live,
In darkness so black?
Why do I live,
With a heart so cold?
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It happens to all,
If your like me.
You'll always fear,
It's okay to fear.
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Why Me,
Why was I born?
What I don't get,
Is why they chose me.
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I have no soul,
I have no life.
Where am I,
I haven't a clue.
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Some people like me,
Think drugs will help.
Me, I know different,
Not from experiance, but
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Without love,
Is no hope.
Hope I need, ]
to be free.
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All my life,
I live in a mess,
A mess of lies,
Lie to my face.
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Age nine I was,
Taken to my father's.
I gave everything,
Nothing in return.
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They are here,
They're all around.
All you hold dear
Will disappear,
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