One dark, stormy night,
I started to quarrel my fright.
I have the thought of suicide,
As I sat on that side.
Tears welled my chin,
Wondering, 'where I have been?'
Asking, 'why have I live?'
How did I survive?
How come I dodge the knife?
I nearly end my life.
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Family |POETRY #2|
PoetryF•A•M•I•L•Y The title is 'Family' Written as poetry. Hope you love this guys, SagittarianJoy, saying goodbyes... If you are interested in more of my poems, you are freely to read it. >I love you A Hundred Times and More |Poetry #1| >What if we Rewri...
