This first one doesn't really have a name...it was mainly just abstract thoughts that I managed to make rhyme. ------------------------
Sometimes the world gets too much
Makes me want to run and hide
Or maybe fall and die
Or just sit down and cry

But the problem is I'm stubborn
Soldier on and don't complain
March on through wind and rain
In the end it's all the same
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This next one was going to be a poem when I started, made out of the leftover ideas from the previous poem.
And before you worry, no, I'm not feeling suicidal. But the poem is sort of a glance back at the times when I have felt that way.

Promises

Too many promises made
Long forgotten by those that hold them
But whether they remember or not
If I break my word, I've failed them

Sure, if I break it they'll never know
It's not like we've kept in touch
They'll go on with their lives, wherever they are
Unaware that for me life's too much

But again there's the promises
Made time and again
A promise holds power
When made to a friend

So I guess I'll keep living
One day at a time
And vent all my sorrow
In snippets of rhyme

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