My necessities are unseen through hazy eyes.

My dreams are degraded by little whispers in my head.

My bearings are lost, scattered among a thousand others,

         drifting through my mind.

I search for hope through many unpleasing thoughts,

As I tumble down my mountain of dreams.



I made this back when I was in middle school. Those were the hardest times of my life.

I never had anyone to turn to, and I was always on my own.

Writing poetry helped me with getting all of my anger and sadness out in a positive way.

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