The sky was gray and the rain poured down.
You looked at me and I had a frown.
I sat hear with tears coming from my hazel eyes.
I sat here listening to your lies.
I wanted to walk away to someplace far.
But all that would cause is another scarr.
Every where I go to get some peace.
Your bruises on me just won't leave me.
You've hurt me so bad that I will never be the same.
You are the only one that I blame.
All of my t-shirts are stained with blood.
From where you hurt me and all i did was stood.
I look up from the visions of my past.
And I look down at you with blood on my hands,I have finally gotten rid of you at last...
~The Breeze Blows~
Author notes
I was inspired by this from how some people have been abused in the past and will never be the same anymore. Please enjoy and comment on this poem. Sincerily, The Breeze Blows.
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Great again! Wow, your poems are awesome! Very nice write, very touching, thanks for sharing!
-Draggie -
i would suggest that on the 8th line to take out the last me so the poem can flow more. also u spelt scar wrong but nice write
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Awwwww... that was really touchin....


