Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

A collection of poems that I have written. Most of them are based on life events. Some of them may be disturbing to some readers. Comments and votes are very much appreciated. Thanks!

I looked at Skyler was he telling the truth? Suddenly an image appeared in my mind, my fathers body on the bloodstained floor, my feet soaked in the fresh blood that spilled over the wood flooring. But worst of all, my mother. Sitting in the chair in the back of the room, blood dripping from her eyes. Is Skyler who he says he is?