Hey all my beautiful readers! So I suffer from depression and I would just like to share a poem I have recently wrote! It's not the best and It's also a little different from my normal type of poem! Anyways I hope you all like it! -Layla
I was all alone in this small room,
With all the flowers,
Bloom bloom,
The red rose,
The one with the torn petals,
The one that see's the darkness in all,
You will be the blame,
When she finally dies,
Your the one with the black flames,
The bully,
The enemy,
The one with no soul,
You turned her red,
with all of those words,
You are the one that tore her smile,
The one in red,
All torn and brown,
She will die tonight,
With a knife in her hand,
You were one that put it there,
Death will grab her,
And she'll be free,
YOU ARE READING
Define it.
ŞiirThe title says it all. I define things. I define things to the smallest part of that word or thing and my deepest thoughts. I guess you could call it a poem just without rhyming. Read it. See what you think.... Read it. Hear it. See it. Feel it...
