The pain of losing you
Is killing me deep inside...
Blood Stained Poetry
how I express me...
Pain, quick and sharp.
You struck me after I listened to you harp...
I look at this picture
It shows nothing...
Falling on the ground so cold,
These childish feelings are growing old...
Would you care if I
died tomorrow? as I...
Friends ask the question, sometimes twice
with a shrug I give the standard reply...
It's started again. The pain has returned.
As the fire in my heart that once burned...
He doesn't know how to smile
holding things inside...
I wish to write a poem,
Of grieving, pain and loss...
Sometimes I wear a mask
To hide the hurt I feel...
You think you know this girl?
You couldn't be more wrong...