The rain poured
The sky, black
And I was crying
The pain of hell
Is all I felt
I grabbed a knife
And cut myself
T'il all went black
Then the sky turned
Blue and all was joyful
All except me
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoetryA collection of poems by yours truly Some about death others of love. Some deep some not so deep. Whatever the category is I hope you enjoy
