I Write Poetry
we are all an open book, all are scars are cut clean for all to see, we feed of each other, good or bad we swarm, we love venting sitting in are pain, we create are world around us, all who get caught in are blaze are lit with there own furious rage of disappointment, and as i sit i wonder if i step out of the fire, will others follow
By:
snow33
Age:
22-25
,
Female
