The SeMiColOn By:Shantia Brown (Concrete Poem)

 

    Grow-ing up I wentThrough so much Pain. I thought I Was gaining love But love is like The semicolonUncommon                            And                 almost never            used As I would con-           Sume a whole bottle           of pills, crying though              not thinking back as         the blade sharp        Touches my wrist           Not feeling any           pain and not              thinking of               anyone              But                me 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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