Dripping Blood
By: LadyWillow
Why does it hurt
to look at you
Happiness and joy
both are something
you have, but
I cannot experience.
My entire life, it seems
is one long, choked-back
sob. A constant war against
the tears that threaten
to fall.
I never knew how much
pain
one person could carry.
I never knew that
it was possible
to hurt this much.
Yet here I stand
-blood dripping-
and I realize that my
pain has only just
Begun.
Poem copyrighted to Jessica Knoll, 2002. This poem is actually copyrighted to my name. That means if you steal it you can be fined, and arrested. The jail time for plagerism is quite severe, so please save yourself the embarrassment and write your own poem. Thanks.
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