A monument I thought
Oh, what a pretty child
So young and youthful
But child, you grow up
An adolescent you be
The craze of an adult lif3
Scars me more than it scares
I need not be brave
I am not scared
But I do need to heal
For the pains and wounds
Have infected my mind and heart
Sadness and gloom grow
Pain and terror replay memories
over and over
Mondays and Thursday no different
Sundays to cope for everything
And be more weird
"Joy" is a word I know.
But a feeling I haven't felt in long
"Love" is a word I know
But with those who are kin
"Trust" is a word I know
But with those peers I call 'friends'
"Bonds" is a word I know
But haven't really been in one
28 November 2024
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