I wake up and it is chocolate i am needing
I go to the bathroom and find myself bleeding
Curse words fill the air
As my heart fills with despair
Its the start of my 'off' week
First i'll be roaring mad
Then nothing but sad, sad, sad
I'll be okay when the week is done
Till then this is no fun
Filled with to much compasson
Then watch as my world turns ashen
The mood swing never sceicing
my blood flow ever increasing
just that time of the month
and it sucks...period!
Author notes
for a contest. other wise i would not have written about this...*shivers* i hate that time of the month!!!!!
Please tell me what you think
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hahahah gross but great
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you did fairly well on the ryming thing. its cute but it almost takes away from the poem. i like some of your word choice. compasson ashen increasing ceasing dispair roaring
favorite line the last one. least favorite 11
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haha I know what you mean.
sceicing should be ceasing, but that is the only grammatical thing I could find.
I think every girl may become emo at some point during the month
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