Her blood spills through her veins and it makes me cry
I can see through her eyes that she wants to die
Her hands of bickering blood bleeds onto mine.
What have I to do? How can I stop her?
I wish there was a way
The hole in her soul is getting deeper and I'm trying to fill it
What if there's nothing to do? Is she going to die?
I can't give up on her I must try
I'll try forever and ever until I die
YOU ARE READING
Me, myself and I
Poetry"I find comfort in my desolation. I don't need no trouble, it's just me, myself and I" My first volume of poetry. Maybe I'll make another one. I don't know yet.
