Looking in all you see is peace
but all you need is a piece,
of my real life to see me
To roll up my sleeves
kick around the leaves
in this place I call home
The steal is my only hope
it's the only way I cope
in this place
I cut inside me its very deep
the only way to keep
going in this place
The blood dribbles down
I almost start to frown
because I left this place.
Audience: 14 +
Purpose: Desperation to get away from life. For what normal teens feel on a daily bases.
Another powerful piece! I love the last tow poems. The other two repetitive ones did not hit home with me, but they are suitable to audience. :)
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