It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...
A lifeless caterpillar Sits on her couch letting her deeply rooted pain Sink in She's too sad to cry So she sits there
By Angel Blade3 years ago in Poets
Am I born of a curse? That I may watch as my brothers and sisters Drop Pools of red around their bodies Caused by people we are supposed to trust?
By Angel Blade4 years ago in Poets
