When melancholy besets
And memories strike
When roses lost in books
Turn into silver spikes
When you hear the sobbing sounds
From the walls of your room
And the world around you
Feels like a perpetual doom
When you feel that you’re trapped
And that you’re a lost cause
When people close to you
Laugh at your blemish and flaws
When you can not see a way
And all your hope disappears
I want you to read this poem
And know that someone cares
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 4:01 AM UTC
When melancholy besets
And memories strike
When roses lost in books
Turn into silver spikes
When you hear the sobbing sounds
From the walls of your room
And the world around you
Feels like a perpetual doom
When you feel that you’re trapped
And that you’re a lost cause
When people close to you
Laugh at your blemish and flaws
When you can not see a way
And all your hope disappears
I want you to read this poem
And know that someone cares
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