Tw. A poem I wrote

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I yearn for a day I don't sob or weep anymore,

 my skin bruised and battled from my own war. 

The red lines I painted covers me, 

The urge to continue to fill me inside. 

I want the beautiful red ink to flow out of my veins into the floor.

I watch every person in pain, 

Why do we have to suffer,

And be so mean to one another. 

It makes me realize there is no getting better.