Why Poem by Dimond Cross
Why
I want to cry, I want die, Why? I want to cut, I want to rip out someones guts. I'm broken and someone has taken my most important part...my heart. I don't want to die. I don't want my heart to fly. All I needed to ask of you was...why?
Great experiences of life especially when we are young lingers in our memory and it will go on and on. that is life. wonderfully written. thank you very much. tony
Situations happen, some are to make us better people for the future.. We have to take advantage of that and not to allow hurts deprive us of that privilege...we may no get answers to certain questions, just obvious what the answer is... I think it has also made you a better poet. Stay blessed.
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4/29/2024 2:50:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a strong poem of emotions. strong realistic metaphor.