The hidden stories

These are poems about me, and other people I care about. But if you would like to give a request please contact me through my wall, or in the comments of this book... thank you, and I will notify you when the poem is done, and what the name of it is.


11. The joys of hell:

Hey everyone, I know that I haven't updated very much at all recently but I am hoping to change that.

Fire licking upon my skin,

The pain is laced through what's left of my tired soul,

It's hard to stay awake,

It's hard to not blame myself,

Walking through the fires of hell,

The joy that I'm not the only one that got dragged down with me.


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