I call this "Holocaust"- I wrote it when I was 11 I live in my own holocaust Far in the past My soul is dead I never wed I cry at night I sleep in fright I shout out in pain Blood showers on me like rain Am I sane? I don't feel tame I'm psychologically scarred Everything's charred Fire burns My stomach churns My life is ending Nothing is mending Am I alive? Or did I dive? Did I drown with an everlasting frown?
This is crazy. It's weird to read this because you always mess around. This is an extremely well written poem. Great Job Cakie-Bear