I try blinking away the tears,
that fall for this day last year...
The world can seem like a very dak and lonely...
you can be depressed and constital staring out...
So you think that I don’t care,
Is that the truth...
That little girl,
With the knive...
*I know this poem is kind'a long..
Just try reading it.. Of all the poems i posted...
When she was younger, she was quite fine
She once made a habit of being most kind...
Sitting in her room, watching from above
Her soul leaves her body...
The kids were mean, the kids were cruel
They called him names everyday at school...
When the entire world has died
and all these tears that I have cried...
I hold on
to the things I work so hard to hold...
Only fear...
you keep in the dark...
My Pain Of So Hurts
Nothing Can Cheer...