My necessities are unseen through hazy eyes.
My dreams are degraded by little whispers in my head.
My bearings are lost, scattered among a thousand others,
drifting through my mind.
I search for hope through many unpleasing thoughts,
As I tumble down my mountain of dreams.
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I made this back when I was in middle school. Those were the hardest times of my life.
I never had anyone to turn to, and I was always on my own.
Writing poetry helped me with getting all of my anger and sadness out in a positive way.