One ounce of pain becomes non-stop torture
That bruise becomes larger...
Your not good enuf for her
You can't help her thru her shit...
You brought tears to my eyes
Hoping you were still alive to hear my pleading...
Sittin here, thinking of you,
of everything you do...
I can't here a thing.
Shots are heard everywhere...
I got the news while driving
a long road on a showering day...
When you walked away
You took my heart...
Little blue bird can you keep a secret? There's...
Will this day ever end?
i don't know how many more...
Sittin here confused
not really knowing what to feel...
Breathe,
this one last time...
FYI: I wrote this poem when I was 15.
All the little cuts you make...