I spy with my little eye,
Someone broken and hurt.
I see the pain behind their eyes,
I see pain splattered tear drops.I spy with my little eye,
The scars on their skin.
I see the help me in their smile,
I see them for who they are.Yes I noticed, Yes I care.
No you're not alone.
Because I spy with my little eye,
A little angle that wants to die.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThe first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!