A word to blame,
It seems lame.
A bruise to hide,
Act like you have pride.
A cut to heal,
Just dry your eyes.
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
Blame
A word to blame,
It seems lame.
A bruise to hide,
Act like you have pride.
A cut to heal,
Just dry your eyes.
