Pain encases this world as all else dies,
No one can help us as we succumb to the poison.
The more "friends" try to help,
Just hastens our death.
Pains of the world don't destroy,
It is the pains of living that deal death.
Our strength lessens as our grip lets loose,
Letting in our weaknesses.
These weaknesses take over our soul,
Just leaving us for dead.
A contest entry
- Everything that has ever hurt you by borrowing.moonlight.
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short and sweet, thank you! and thanks for entering my contest!
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Interesting..
Good luck in my contest! Depressing poem by the way.
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agreed.
that was very deep. i agree, it was fragile in a way
Our strength lessens as our grip lets loose,
Letting in our weaknesses.
These weaknesses take over our soul,
beautifull.
thanks for entering -
i was never that deep at thirteen! you got some talent! nice job.
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Fragile piece. Excellent, amazing.
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