The Beginning (010810)A Poem by
...The End
Childhood, how I wish these days away. So many victimizings, why am I still here anyway? I build things up, and they all come crashing down. Not even so much as with a sound. Scars of self harm are all over my arm And everyday I wear a charm. My mood is morose, and I have no more heroes. My depression is in the past; its only gotten worse And all I can think about is the day When my body lies in a hearse. My childhood is the death of me, And only when I die will I be set free For when I die that will be The Beginning... © 2010Featured Review
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2 Reviews Added on June 9, 2010 Last Updated on June 15, 2010 Tags: child, teen, self destruction, depression, dark, death, hope, birth |