when

when the people that should be there for you the most,

are the ones that hurt you the worst,

when only dreams are your everything,

when llife is a broken sail boat rocking each and every way,

when you want nice people to just stay,

when your past will not fade away,

when your drowning in a hot pool of lava,

only to bounce back up and start falling all over again,

a shattered soul reaching out,

hoping to have wings to sprout,

holding in so much horror and doubt,

difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations,

just remember we are all god's creations

This poem is about: 
Me

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