alyssa meerts Poems

Who are you when you can't even be?
I am sitting here in silence scratching every inch of my body because of guilt.
'What guilt? ' you may ask.
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Call it climate change or whatever
but it just doesn't rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of depression.
It wouldn't rain for just a night or a day.
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Look me in the eyes and tell me truly,
are your soul-and-body scars,
really worth this life you're living?
Or would you prefer becoming one of heaven's new stars?
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