[Fox_Child]: 439.My Poetry.Fallen
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Stop it!
“Pockets full of posies...”
Shut up!
“Ashes...Ashes
Leave me alone!
“…We all fall down…”
Everyday, voices in our head
Singing, taunting us to no end
Behind the smile, screams our soul
“Help us! We’re not okay!!!”
No one will, no mortal sees the pain
Only in the shadows does it rain
Raining glass, shattered glass
Small rivers are born, then die
Every day, we bear new shells
Only a ruse to hide the hell
This life I ‘lived’ has killed my soul
Now I wander alone, without hope
Surrounded by hatred, living in Hell
Nothing now but an empty shell
“…We all fall down…” indeed
“Ashes…ashes…I