Let's run away for a day and leave our troubles behind

No one understands my art. No one understands the beauty of blood streaming from skin. The dark, rich liquid against porcelain skin is perfection. No one understands, but I will keep searching. I try and show them, but they never understand. Then, they have to be terminated. But I will always keep searching.

Today was the day when he would be coming home.

Sophie is the love of Damien's life, she's kind, funny, caring and beautiful. One Friday, during their weekly trip to the pier to ride the ferris wheel, Damien saves Sophie's life - grabbing hold of her seconds before she plummets to her death. To Damien's horror, he wakes up the next day and it's still Friday. Then the next day, and the next. He's stuck in a none stop barrage of Fridays and nobody around him seems to notice. ***Cover by N30NLIT3Z***

A Sad poem about a boy who slowly gave up on life from a girl who had loved him's point of view. The poem is mine, if there's something like it out there then I'm sorry but I did not copy it. These are my ideas, my words, there might be similar but never the same. This is my poem and I work hard to come up with words that rhyme and all.