I WAS RAISED BY A BALD EAGLE IN THE PLAINS OF MACEDONIA. HE TAUGHT ME TO RITE POETRY (so i could better expression myself...,) . MY LIFE IS HARD. DID YOU KNOW MY BF DIED? HE DIED. THIS is his old account so I STILL USE IT TO KEEP HIS MEMORY alive. Sometimes he still writes poems on it BUT FROM THE GRAVE LOL!
WHY does no one comment
Does no one not care
About my feelings
About what I'm going through
...
The sadness
Drips into me
Like tears falling from my eyes
Or rain falling from the clouds.
It splatters and mixes with the spilt blood
...