Crimson Poem by Arielle Friese
Crimson
The color of crimson
covers my wrist
as I sit and try to stop it
Why wont it stop did
I slice to deep?
did I hit a vein?
I must have because
my floor is coverd in blood
the room is spinning out
and I am going cold.
The last thing i hear before i went limp
was my moms voice saying why did
she do this to her self
and she doesnt know i di it because of her
Great flow of emotion..vivid imagery....sadness..yet calm..nice write. -SG x
i love this poem it is very good. keep writing and plzzz stop cutting ur wrist i no it might help get out ur anger but it doesnt make the world a better place
Pain doesn't leave when you hate it Hurt you can control is an illusion Because it always owns you in the end Love is patient, love is kind... He always protects, always hopes, Always perserveres. Love never fails. Prayers for your mom to see What's really going on in you
i love this poem so much emotion well done keep up the good work
will writen poem you have real skill put this in a contest because you would win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 5:02:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
i really like this, a lil twist to it