A little girl is crying
but mummy doesn't care...
Frustrating thoughts
running through my mind...
Walking down a winding road,
suddenly I stop and see...
I'm only halfway broken,
just a little gone...
Feeling so bound
In this life of mine...
If my tears could make a river, you could swim...
If my tears could work a miracle, they could set...
I feel I was only one more of your deeds
that you used for those personal needs...
Strike one and blood spattered through the air,
strike two left, brains in her hair...
To see the sadness
in a persons eyes...
The pain, the tear
The deeds, end near...
Shes what others say
Others do...
Please give me comments i need help on my poems
My hands were tied...