Cope I wrote a poem to cope, maybe it can help other lost souls

[No1stupid]

Where did all the seratonin go

It feels like I’ve never known

How to be happy, how to be whole

The emptiness and hatred grows

Beyond the normal realm of those

Whose lives were gifted and bestowed

With true meaning, love, and goals

That they could reach for, take, and hold

A buried treasure filled with gold


—Thanks for reading my poem brocels, I hope you enjoy it

 

[BrendioEEE]

Not one word.

 

[turbocuckcel_7000]

I prefer prose ngl

 

[Sans]

did read, all 68 words. It’s good.

 

[needsolution]

Not one word.