I'm sorry

[DepressingPoem]

Cut after cut
scar after scar
slowly we heal
but never get far

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When you hand a drunk man a pen:


I cry out but no one hears
scream where did you go
hide away from my fears
but still smile put on a show
I'm always in pain always broke
always tattered torn
never before had i dared and spoke
its okay i'm worthy of my own scorn
hide in your shell don't ever come out
no matter how loud you scream or shout
they never hear a word never hear me crack
still i hold myself and them together on my back

work to work to live to bleed to die
the world is ending but still I try
to learn how to save us as a whole
but self assured existence is flawed
who needs to be alive who gives a shit

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Note: I was really filtering my thoughts and keeping poems on
Topic so I just wanna say now I'm really sorry if it dose not
make any sense
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I wish i could rhyme
wish we had more time
wish the pain would go away
with i could think without dismay
Wish the dread would take a wrong turn
wish i could do more than just learn
We call ourselves "wise man" but we end ourselves
We act as though we can stop the damage
but we can only limit what it dose
we've passed the point of no return
so if we go out
lets go out with a bang

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{- Redacted -}

There are 3 things I live for
3 things that make up my core
one a person I care about deeply
the another a memory I cherish sweetly

I remember I night sky with stars
a night quiet a night that was ours
we lied there in the powder of snow
it was kind of cold but we didn't know
our attention purely for the midnight moon
I sware I heard a quiet piano's gentle tune

We lied there until day broke through
and stars faded and we both knew
for a moment everything was okay
it always will we'll find a way

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[RhymeLovingWriter]

Lament or reflection, this reads with soul-searing honesty, ladled into a series of pots for setting on display. Your movement between pieces from the collective "we" to the solitary "I" lends a thread of continuity throughout, even though you address slightly different topics.

One question on the last section...S1L4...I stumble a bit when I read "the another", wanting either "the other" or just "another". What do you think?