Rocks into Diamonds
Like rocks into diamonds,
We survived all the pressure.
Now everyone around me,
Shines brighter and brighter.
I thought i was shining,
Along with their brilliance.
But the diamond in my hand,
Were just pebbles and sand.
More pressure, more pressure.
Bloody hands everyday.
Everyone takes a step,
That one step i can't take.
The inspector is mad,
He shouts and shouts.
But all i have are rocks,
All i have is me
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lost poetry
Poetry𝑷𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬𝑳𝒀 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑵𝑻. Lost Poetry || a small anthology of poems, prose, and other dark thoughts. Introduction Part I: Insecurities & Other Blackholes Part II: Letters to Unknown Lovers Pa...
