Cut Poem by jacque Curtis
Cut
THE BLOOD
IT DRENCHED MY ARM
IT SOOTHED MY LONG PAIN
BECAUSE I AM HATED
BECAUSE HE WILL NEVER LOVE ME
IT WILL BE BETTER WHEN I DIE
I WON'T CRY IF HE SAYS NO
I WON'T WAIT FOREVER FOR HIM
TO MAKE UP HIS DAMN MIND
ILL BE BETTER OFF DEAD
Either you are in a lot of pain, or you empathize very well with others pain. Either which way you write well and I hope you find comfort in life.
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5/3/2024 12:23:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
wow! ! you mad me sheard a tear. this is very deep hope ur okay :) nice poem thou