I woke up one dreary morning <br />Dark clouds lay over head <br />A feeling of loss and fear <br />Before I get out of my bed <br />My body in shock <br />My soul filled with pain <br />As I look at the screen <br />Only 44 still remain <br />An act of wickedness <br />Tore out my aching heart <br />Trampled upon it <br />And ripped it apart<br /><br />nicola burkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/14-100-pieces-of-myself/
