Don't you love finding things you wrote years ago?
I wrote this when I was 12. (and edited it while I typed it, shh)
I thought it was decent.
But then again, I don't know squat about poetry.
Anyway, I'll shut up and let you read.
Enjoy.
Or at least, try to. ;)

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It's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I am falling;
Falling through a pit of nothingness;
A deep, dark hole.
How did it come to this?

Their voices ring so loudly in my ears.

Voices ringing all around me,
Want me to listen to what they have to say.
Such selfish creatures;
Don't they know that I feel the same way?

It's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

The darkness is choking me,
And I was already suffocating in the loneliness I've created.
They don't care enough to wonder how I know
That solitude is so underrated.

Their voices ring so loudly in my ears.

I don't understand why,
After all I've done for them,
Anything I try to say,
Without a thought,
Is pushed away.

Their voices ring so loudly in my ears.

All I'm asking is for you to hear me,
To listen to what I want to tell you.
Is that really too much to ask you to do?

It's not true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger...

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Review please? :)
If you thought it was the worst thing you've ever read, I want to know.
If you thought it was decent and have some critisism, I want to know.
If you thought it was amazing, I want to know what you're on. :P