Peace At Once Because Of You Poem by Danie Shrum

You tell me
You didn't tell them
Of the secrects I told you
How couldnt I see

You are the person you turned out to be
OH how i HATE thee
I knew something was missing
what i heard was true
It just had to come from you

laying here in the grass
here with this piece of glass
so much blood to take
so much to give

the blood has stained the glass
the blood is spilled over the grass
my eyes filled with tears
my clothes soaked with red
the memories of all the years
and I lay here dead.