Bleeding

I got bored and wrote this

Crying for reasons

unknown to me

All I know is that I'm hurting

Don't you hear my plea?

 

I'm aching

maybe my soul is torn

I stubbled into a garden

and pricked my finger on a thorn

 

No one is coming to stop the bleeding

As it slowly drips down my finger

Though the wound is small,

the pain seems to linger

 

So as I stand here crying

will you come to my aid?

Or am I to stay here,

alone and afriad?

 

 

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar, thanks =)

Reviews

[Tiffany]

How sweet. Also I noticed ur commet on ur page. What are you talking about? R you still reading breaking dawn, if so what part on you on?