My life is a treeA Poem by BleedMyHeartOutMy life is a tree. Once I grow big and strong, I am cut down and chopped up. Then they throw me into a pit. Splinters go everywhere, Inflicting pain on anyone close.
July 9, 2011 © 2011 BleedMyHeartOut |
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Added on July 12, 2011 Last Updated on August 29, 2011 Author
BleedMyHeartOutNova Scotia, and British Columbia, CanadaAboutI am fairly young in age, but have been through more than most older than myself, therefore making my mental age more than physical. If you are to read my poetry, please know that I don't write much a.. more..Writing
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