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Blake
Poems
Apr 2019
Writing is hard when your thoughts are talking over eachother sometimes I wish I could hear myself
Children stopped dreaming
Lives were fleeting
People are leaving
Knives were for eating
Nights were for sleeping
Rope was for leaping
Parents stopped caring
Kids were more daring
Our hearts stopped sharing
I stopped hiding
Started showing my scars
Stopped watching for cars
Bottled my feelings in a jar
Never dared to look at the stars
I'm going to jump
I hope I fall hard
I never know how to end anything. Maybe thatβs why everytime something ends I end up in pain.
Written by
Blake
19/Non-binary/Unknown
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