Sad Dizain
I am the dust people kick to the curb,
they are known for always putting me down.
Each word hurts as much as fire, I burn.
I can't to remember days I didn't frown,
Until I do, my sadness drags me down.
There's a light at the end of the tunnel,
I can't see it: it's ark in the tunnel.
Hope just seems to slip right through my loose grip,
it's like my strength just goes through a funnel
and is turned into heartbreak and sadness.
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