It hurts like a burn;
it sears my skin
and then brings blood from within.
I've tried to let go,
but it sticks;
just as a time bomb ticks.
I'll cry out and scream,
but no one hears
my pain or my fears.
Eventually it'll stop,
but the scars
that remain, will not.
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Book of Poetry
PoetryThis book of poems were created by my best friend from school, she asked me not to say her name :P ... She is SUPER good and I asked her if I could put her poems on here so ... Here they are! I hope you enjoy! :)