Can you here those screams.
Can you see those scairs.
Can you here the crying.
Do you see the blood.
Only when its fresh.
That girl.
That girl!
Yes that girl.
That girl Cryed for you to hear.
That girl cut so you notice her.
That girl bleed for you to see her.
She scaired herself for you.
She screamed for you to hear.
No one helped her but me and I am that girl.
She is gone.
She is lost.
She is missing.
Now she is here.
Grown up to see the new world she made.
She is trying to be happy without you.
She is trying to stay alive.
She is trying to live her life.
She is trying to love.
Here now not in the past.
She moved on sence then.
That was than this is now.
She is in love she is alive.
She is to love.
She is to hope.
Good night she said to the past.
Good morning she said to the future.
YOU ARE READING
the new and reborn
Poetrythis is a story baced on how my life is just a roller coaster ride to see if I have any point in this world
