I Am Who I Am
I just turned 15 and I am just going to say this straight out, I used to be suicidal. You can think I am crazy and want to never look at my poems and stuff ever again, but if you are nice enough to keep reading... I am better now. I have a lot of support from my friends and I can get very happy. With the bad things that have happened...a lot of bad things...I have learned to not let them keep me ... more »
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I Am Who I Am Poems
I ran far from the meadow, So many years ago. I found myself here,
A Good Day IS to Come for Everyone
I used to think all was not. Which then lead to deeper thoughts. Too many tears were then shed. And I thought that, well, tomorrow I would be dead.
Wanderer of the Night
Wanderer of the Night He sets out on his endless journey. Forever, he roams beneath empty skies.
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Edgar Allan Poe
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I ran far from the meadow,
So many years ago.
I found myself here,
Here in this dark forest.
The trees form a barrier.
Unable to escape,
Never knowing where I am going,
Nothing to guide me through,
If only I knew.
There is a radiance afar.
Never am I near.
Perhaps it is the glow that keeps me sane…
For I am not well;
I am scared.
The sounds of the night taunt me,
And give me a fright.
I am lonely.
There is no one in sight.
I am miserable.
I am only asking for someone,