One Day Poem by Alex Tabbert

Some people say Life is only borrowed.
Though's are the people who live in sorrow.
this is you bloody reality
You ask to hold my heart like a family.
But that truly was never me.
I hide my identity, someone like emily.
Only i can see the problems within thee.

They dig under my bloody skin.
My soul is unsaveable, dump it in a bin.
Break my soul to nothing more.
All i have left to do, is walk out the door.

By: Alex daniele Tabbert