Dead to the world,
Her eyes faded black,
walking down the hall,
she refused to go back,
her teacher had yelled,
her classmates had laughed,
she left the world because of that class,
She grabed her razorfound in her locker,
andheaded to the cafe,
Saying she'll never go back,
lowering the razor, gently touching her skin,
Thinking about everything that could have been,
Crimson rain began to fall,
and with all of that she ended it all.
Crimson Rain
I was tired when I wrote this so ya I really don't know if it is any good...Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
