The Knife Poem by Heather Wheatley

The Knife



She Cries In The Night And Whispers. Why Me? As She Takes The Knife To Her Wrist And Leaves Forever Scars.

Monday, February 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,night
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I was depressed and wrote how I felt
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