The War Poem by christina weinke

Welcome to the world, were im nothing to the earth we stand on
invisable to every person that walks pass me, they see nothing of me
i walked to the people i know, trying to talk to them
They dont hear me or listen to me
Im breaking inside just sitting on the hard gray ground with the rain pouring on me
I have to stand strong, trying to fight the freezing cold rain thats pouring
reaching to anyone that hears me, yelling PLEASE HELP ME
My blood is so cold that i cant move my body
so weak and lonely
Falling to the brown rough ground my head hitting the ground so hard that my cold blood comes out, flowing making my blood warm red
throw the white broken bones in the black metal box of nothing
because thats what i am to everyone
take my heart and brain to destroyed every little piece that no one knows me burned evey memory you had of me even my beautiful artwork
carry words of hopeless thats what people think of me
sorrows of every black tear that i cry, will not help me find anyone that cares a living soul of me