KeyA Poem by Channa
I feel the blade running down my arm It has the texture of a real one But this one is not... I am pretending to do thins for the real thing My friend telling me how To get the best emotions The real thing will be good At least thats what I hope I want out of this world This place I'm in is not right Its not for me I am so confused My friends say they will help I have seen nothing I'm not sure if it will work The one thing I know for sure I need out of this world Go to a place To be alone No one wants me in This world No one at all Thats how I feel when... When I think about... Nothing Nothing at all I just keep all the Feelings inside Locked up with a Key The key to my heart. © 2009 Channa |
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Added on September 12, 2009 Author |