Wrong Poem by Crysal Jones
Wrong
blood stained tears rest apoun my cheeck
i never wanted to leave
though i was miserable
this place was my home
the place where i'm supposed to be free of pain
protected from the world
But hurt seeped through the walls
and pain like heat rose up from the ground
I was wrong
Always wrong
Never doing the right things
And so i lay there
in pain and hurt thinking of what i did wrong
-CJ
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