This is the first poem I'd ever written, I hope you come to love it as much as I do.


My pain is great my pain is real,

Pain is all that I can feel;

In my heart and in my head I know for sure that I am dead.

Weeping, whining, hurting, crying

Pain filled days of sorrow

Leave behind a trail of blood

A trail I’m meant to follow.

The End

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