Hiding the pain <br />Starting to think i'm not longer sane <br />I've lost my innocence <br />Now to realize this makes no sense. <br /> <br />These deadly fears <br />Create those many tears <br />The end is not yet near <br />So here i am taking on these years. <br /> <br />The blood dripping down my arm <br />Thinking it does no harm <br />He's the light of my life <br />So there's no point to my knife.<br /><br />carly bachor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-point-3/
