My veins are blue
My blood is red
I no longer
Want to wake up dead
You've given me
Reasons to live
And now ill show you
You had a good reason to give
I'm still here
Thanks to you and your words
I'll be okay
And what once was bullet is now just a sword
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
