As the blood flows,
As i stand alone,
The blade clattering to the ground, do i realize.
It was over,
I pictured the faces,
The shock and sadness.
My heart broke then something couldn't stand it.
The picture of their faces.
I clawed uselessly at my arm to stem the flow.
my vision blurred,
From both tears and the eternal black.
i remeber i wished for something before collasping.
I wished to be whole.
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Sad Poetry #2
PoetryI started to write about everything, pouring all of my soul into words on paper, all the emotions will fill the pages with a magic all on its own for every story has a meaning and I'm just beginning to tell mine #1 tired of life 6/11/20
