My name is Angel and I'm 15 lately my life hasn't been the greatest so the way I get through it is writing poetry. I love getting comments and constructive critisism on my poems. |
The darkness grabs hold of me
The fear returns...
Tears form behind her dark brown eyes,
Sweet angels begin to cry...
I'm always sitting alone here,
I'm always in the dark...
Stay strong young soldier,
daddy will be home soon...
So slide that cold razor down your wrist,
just another soul off my list...
Things are changing
Changing so fast...
Behind my eyes,
a young girl cries...
Drop the knife, young girl,
you don't deserve to die...
So slide that cold razor down your wrist,
just another soul off my list...
Stay strong young soldier,
daddy will be home soon...