She wants to die
dont wanna cry...
She kept dreaming
Of the one she truly loved...
Mommy why am I so different?
I'm not like all the other girls...
I don't want to life any longer
don't want to be sad any longer...
Tears spread across my face
I'm so lost and confused...
Angry as ever
she pulled up her sleeve...
I sit here laughing
With a smile of greed...
The minutes tick
And the days pass...
I am over here,
looking at you...
Scars are like the color of rich blood
the taste is as good sd sweet cinnamon...
~this is a ciquain poem, which means there are a...
Drip, drop...
As she sits at home,
Watching the rain...