I saw you
I saw you on the curb
Huddled under the flickering streetlight
I saw you in the cold
Your over-sized sweater pulled around your pale shoulders
I saw you in the night
Back hunched, hair blowing around your face
I saw you in the starlight
Blood dripping slowly from your nose.
I saw you in the silence
Eyes large and blue
And broken
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The funny things is
They'd found your body two days ago
Beaten to death by your girlfriend
And stuffed in the back of a car
Maybe it was just my imagination
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
