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donny Jul 8
I would of called you a word god,
but can't do that cause it sounds ood.
You have seen through my lies
and even heard my cries,
yet you still stuck around
but it's wired because I feel like a princess who is crowned .
I was drowned with my pride, but you posed as my ride to shore
and a simple outfit with honest eyes is all you wore.
you taught me that giving life a try is like a dance
even though most of my steps were wrong you said I still had a chance,
and yes, you teased me but I still felt ease and even pleased.
you even gave me a glance when I  thought I  did not have a chance
and a simple smile with honest eyes is all you wore
not looking like you were going to war.
donny Jul 31
Who would of thought that there are
so many souls out there trying to get out
of a frozen igloo house.
In a world full of hidden masks you don know anyone,
everyone is lost in a cage full of thirsty snakes
ready to bite them when winter is gone
the bites release  toxic venoms that even
they can't see clear anymore
all they see is a hole filled with darkness.
How can they get out if the snakes are always thirsty?
donny Jul 12
death and coffin is all i desire
but a forced smile is all i have
pray and pray is all i get
die and die is yet to bet
help me cry my eyes
I am fine my soul lies
help me cried my brain
but pain is yet to rain.
donny 6d
I am a dying child,
who just wants ice screams
instead of getting endless screams.
I've turned into a girl with desires,
and one of them is to have limited hours
another is to rewind and to feel like flowers.

Time flies so fast once I am in the echo of my bed,
and I can the warm pour on my cheek.
It's become an outfit and maybe I am a geek.
I don't have goals and I can't see my goals
perhaps because they say I've had too much oats.

I have the person that was born on 23 June,
because I've grown to be such a goon.
Maybe all I need is therapy,
or they just need tranquility?
donny Jul 12
So many dragons are born,
but I was not born with any horn
but with rage, hate and flames.
I am a teenager with no aim,
that's what they called me.
useless, plain, and ungrateful
is my description, but am I
really a fool? do I really have no use?

And here I come with rage, not capable
of being reasonable yet able of being miserable.
Maybe I am a tragedy that comes with a bad melody.
Maybe I am a pair of shoes that brings despair.

If I had asked for help would you
have known how to help me and bring sanity
to my life or would you have brought sympathy?
and that's why I come with rage because I know pain
can only rain.

— The End —