I was asked to share this poem, it is inner feelings I penned down a few days ago.
Sometimes the pain inside is more than we can bear
The depths of our depression leave us drifting in despair -
And when we need them most, they never seem to be there.
We're calling to them now, searching for the choice that is right
We are standing in the dark on this long and endless night -
We won't let them go or give up without a fight.
We all are broken vases, pieces of a dream
We've been battered but unshattered even though it doesn't seem.
- We have been searching for so long and are old enough to know
We have it figured out, it just sadly doesn't show.
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