Surrounded with laughter Surrounded with friends Surrounded with smiles Still I lament.
Poems that you'll never read with emotions forced in lines why do I bother writing them? Filled with enjambment and rhymes should I just stop writing then? Am I merely wasting time?
A creative outlet for my emotions they build up throughout my day filling me up with tears and pain and words just waiting waiting to be set free from the confines of my decimated soul.
Another four verse symphony created in my head yet the trophy that is awarded feels like broken glass dripping from my hands a warm familiar fluid the colours fade and my fluid visions change to red The final line of the final verse ends with a bullet in my head.
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