Tears of remembrance, tears of grace,
Falling down a small pale face.
Screams of torment, cries of pain
Her mind simply a unique domain.
Cuts line her arms hidden away
Because no one can ever seem to stay.
Whispers of sadness, whispers in vain
As quiet as a drop of rain.
No one can hear, and no one cares
Despite the fact that everyone stares.
Pen flows on paper a simple page
But a life is written not just a stage.
Raindrops fall on a small pale face
She's lowered to the ground, one last grace.
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My Book Of Poems
PoetryHello. I mainly decided to start this because I write poems often and even more often then not, I lose them. This way I can keep them and maybe also get some constructive criticism. I suggest reading them while your phone is sideways (landscape vers...
