Poems from halespage
I'm 20, but many tell me I have an old soul. I go through a lot of crap all the time about what I do and who I am so my stories and poems are the only places I can be free even if they mention my troubles it is a way to breathe, though the inspiration seems to fade every time
her broken eyes shining brighter than the moon
wind as fierce as a gods wraith, taking with it her hope
tears falling down, if only she...
so stuck I cant write ...can't even get insight ...on why I can't keep up the fight...or why I never feel right
every one has there...
I feel alone in this loud room
chaos is all around me
and it will drag me to my doom
I just want to be free
they are so so happy, smiling...
alone burning with anger
becoming stone the only defense
she gets hate from a stranger
she didn't do anything worth offense
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she walked...
wings flapping in the windhairs standing on their end crows calling to offendtheir life can no longer mend.she dreamed of nothing sweetthey...