Hey, I wrote this poem when I was angry, it's only half true, but I need to know what category and subcategory to put it under. Any sugestions would be greatfully accepted.
The Gift
Blurry eyes,
Angry tears,
I rush to my room,
My future tomb.
Uncontrolled rage,
Anger controlls me,
I need help,
Where is everyone?
I reach for the knife,
It's under my pillow,
But instead of cold steel,
I touch soft fur.
What's this,
Wheres the knife,
I pull it out,
A blue lion.
My gift from her,
On valentines day,
I know she's out there,
And for her I stay.
Thank you my love,
For the gift,
Your love saved me again,
From myself.
Where would I be,
What would I do,
If it wasn't for you,
I'd probably be lost,
Lost beyond hope.
In my mind,
Soft fur,
Replaced cold steel.
Thank you,
For the gift.
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