Grayer side of Black

for now i shall not want to go

never knowing wuts to come

i hang me head low

and wish for this moment to flow

going to here and from

withstanding the fear of guilt and hatred on my head  

hurting everything i touch

there isnt lots to be left as much

i used to feel invincible

now all to do is shed my last tear

and say ive tried

life down there isnt wut it is said to be

so please give me one more chance

let me take on this undaunting world

please o please let me free.

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i think you should do more poems like pathless beeze

hahaha,

you know who this is,

hahahaha