Blood is red,
While skies are blue.
I wish you were dead,
And that I was, too.
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For Those in Pain
PoetryEverybody hurts at one time or another. Life is filled with pain and sorrow. It is the darkness that clouds our minds, and attacks our hearts. Sometimes, the pain can not be adequately expressed in words. But we try to find the words to explain ours...
Dead
Blood is red,
While skies are blue.
I wish you were dead,
And that I was, too.
