(would Like Help With Title) Poem by Blue Hair Blue Eyes
(would Like Help With Title)
My soul was crushed
things were so rushed.
It all happened so fast
my heart left without a cast.
My everything left in shreds
want to chop off heads.
Quickly I fall into a pit of doom
in reality I locked my self in my room.
Fighting my way threw hell
I finally come out of my shell.
Growing stronger by the pain
and one day I will reign! ! !
Friday, March 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Pain
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My soul so rushed