Crysal Jones

Rookie (may 16,1996 / texas)

Wrong - Poem by Crysal Jones

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

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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