I Write With Blood

I plan my life in poems

things to do before I die

sink into the sorrow of reality

pour my heart and soul into the paper 

I write with blood.

life is war

we are the casualties

no knows, no one cares.

and I disfigure my paper

with bloody regrets

sad truths no one wants to hear

so no one listens

to the girl in the corner

dripping pen in hand

hair hiding her eyes

rocking back and forth

she sees too much.

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