courtney groth Poems

Everyone's looking for their own personal comfort...always searching.
After 4 grueling years, I've found mine...found you.
Searching crowded hallways is like drowning....
No breathing...Not seeing...choking but always keeping one hand high above....waiting...
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Broken dams and fading memories
nights in blue with lights and sound....
somethings moving in the distance
kill it when it comes around....
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Whats my life like....? Labels....

I felt worthless....not quit good enough. EVERYDAY....everyday was a challenge....everyday was a new challenge....everyday....stuck with a label.
It's not easy being me. You see, everyone knew me as, quiet...innocent.
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