Pain Poem by Leah Nunya

Pain is scarlet blue and purple, all the colors of blood

It smells like the sulfer from a match which nips your nose

It tastes like the tears you continuously cry

It sounds like the silent screams she cries out

It feels like the blade sliding, painlessly, across her wrist

It looks like the red dyed water shes now, slowly, lifelessly sinking into.

Pain is your loved ones eyes after theyve heard the news.