I`m only 14 but have been through enough to make me 40. So i express my feelings through poetry.
I lie awake late at night wondering what the next day might bring.
Joy or sorrow?
Life hurts and the things people say sting.
Will I be alive tomorrow?
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In one of my darkest hours i find a rose.
Not a rose that brings joy to the eyes.
Nor pleases the nose.
It looks as though it cries.
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