The dark draws near,
Tears flow clear,
Can't take the name calling,
The beatings,
The knives calling my name,
...I must...
Slicing down my wrist,
I fall cold to the floor,
With the blood flowing,
It's finally no more.
Stop bullying before it's to late.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Expression
PoetryThis book is my basic way of expressing what I feel. It will be dark and upsetting but you don't have to read it. If you do however decide to read the book then please give me your thoughts and advice.
