The scars on my arm have a story to tell.
A story of a lonely boy,
Sitting alone at lunch.
The tears in my eyes have a story to tell.
A story of a bullied boy,
shoved against the wall.
The voices in my head have a story to tell.
Story of a breaking boy,
cracking under the pressure.
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My Poems
Poesíahey whats up? this is a book of all the crappy poems i write. WARNING!! IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DEPRESSED POEMS, DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT READ THIS! also no mean criticizing. i know my spelling and grammar are terrible. if you want to give constructive...
