(One of my only true poems about something that...
Starting off...
Downcast, Dejected, No freedom to fight,
Feeling rejected, from my Demon of the night...
Please tell me you need me
please tell me you love me...
Don't take my hand
don't tell me that everything will be okay...
Daddy, why don’t you write?
Why don’t you call me...
The scars, the scabs
The drops of dried blood...
In my eyes,
Tell me what you see...
Pain… Tears… Hate… Fears…
Consuming my mind...
From the day I saw you
I thought we would be...
You were never really my friend,
I would pick on you until the day would end...
I was the one you loved
and I loved you too...
I can’t seem to get a grip on life now that...
It is really hard to cope after two years, and now...