See you leaving now, something the military schools don’t cover
How to leave your life behind to save another?
Or would I be better off gone than be skinned alive by your glare?
The ode to me you hurled, ‘don’t come alive, don’t dare’
I’ve always found solace in writing, ever since I was 13. Poetry has been my means of expression since then. I aspire to make a difference with my words, and I hope you enjoy reading some of them!
See you leaving now, something the military schools don’t cover
How to leave your life behind to save another?
Or would I be better off gone than be skinned alive by your glare?
The ode to me you hurled, ‘don’t come alive, don’t dare’
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