Poems from 92boombox
The sky filled with hate that day
That man, with the scar had his way
No matter what I can't forget
The way he made me sweat
My refusal...
Bleeding on the inside and out
The liquid from my eyes flow into the pillow
No one there to save me
Painful everyday, waiting for death to...
Everyone turns around, no longer there
Distracted, can't concentrate
Why must you be like them?
Typing away and no longer listening...