Beatriz Adriana Flores

Fear

FULL OF FEAR AND TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE,
I LAY MY SOUL TO REST.
AWAITING FOR NEXT DAY,
I PRAY THE NEWS IS FAKE.
NOT WANTING TO BELEIVE I BRAKE DOWN AND CRY.
ASKING MY SELF WHY, I SIT IN MY ROOM WONDERING HOW IM GONA DEAL WITH THIS HORRIBLE PAIN.
THE FEELING OF THE BLADE CUTTING ON MY SKIN,
IT FEELS SO CONFORTING AND FULL OF RELEAVE.
I KNOW ITS NOT RIGHT,
BUT IT IS NOW THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS ME GOING THREW THE DAY

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 14, 2009

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