A glistening tear runs down a child’s face As they lie awake in the cold dark rain Love and happiness are a thing of the past As you fall your dictator laughs at your pain You fall asleep and realize You’re falling down the rabbit hole… But into a distant hell One of your own making Life burns back into your soul you are weak You can feel it in you beaten broken bones The end is coming for you And you can't keep running Crumbling under the pressure Closing your eyes As you let yourself die
This was my first poem from back when i was only like, 10, so i know it is horrible, don't remind me.