Dead Inside

by Michelle   Jun 12, 2006


The wind is cold when it blows against my cheek
The tears I spill make me weak
The blood on the floor, another sign
I'm walking the line between death and depression

I see children dying
People crying
My friends lying
Yet I feel nothing

Numb with the pain
Nothing to gain
I'm dead inside

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  • 18 years ago

    by uponfairywings

    Beautiful poem! Excellent I loved it without a doubt you can tell you poired your emotions into this!

    xoxoxo Haley

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