A cut,
A tear,
A scar,
To show you were here.
A sign,
A line,
A poem,
Full of fear.
A breath,
A death,
BLOOD,
To show life was here.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are poems I wrote starting at late 7th grade. Now I am in 10th grade, still write some poems, not as many as I did in Middle School. Hope you enjoy them, even though there really dark. BYE MY DEMONS
A scar
A cut,
A tear,
A scar,
To show you were here.
A sign,
A line,
A poem,
Full of fear.
A breath,
A death,
BLOOD,
To show life was here.
