Baskadia

Tears fall from eyes

Like the rainfall.

I use a rag to dry my face

Like the sun.

I wish, I wish there was someone. Someone to tell the feeling,

Knife stabbing my heart, Gunshots!

That's all I feel everytime.

Anger development daily, breathing out of control, No smiley face. what is the cause for all this after effect.

Nightmares about deep cuts and wounds. I'm bleeding without blood, How is this possible?

Maybe someone can understand me, someone who know pain.

By

Diandra Anderson