Her pain

by miracle   Apr 3, 2008


Water runs down my face.
Splash the waves of pain crash,
On my body with a heavy phase.
As my tears create a flood,
I release more blood.
My tears and blood create a
Flood on my flour,
Wishing no one puts me through this any more.
All my tears have names.
From all there games.
Too much for me to bear.
I�m the only one who would care.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Forever Broken

    This was a very sad poem. nice job keep writing

  • 16 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Awww so sad, good writing good title xx