Jesus died the world to save.
Take this massage to your grave.
Your reasons be your own.
yet you set a grisly tone.
Don't die yet soon
Life's the best boon
Give it your all
your life soon to stand tall
All remember your life
While only you have your strife
People care and that's the truth
fight it you with nail and tooth
People care your life is theirs
That my friend is WHO CARES
YOU ARE READING
poems
Acakpoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
