Poems from 14parbr@daytonsd.org
I ripped out one Stitch
I ripped out two
They'd all be ripped out if it weren't for you
You treat me right
You hold me tight
I could...
Trapped by my own mind
I try to confess, but can't
I am so guilty.
On the ground I sit
Pain brought forth by my sorrows
Revealing new scars