Poems from BriNims

Just a teen writing poetry :)
Four Once
Four once, What makes me feel good  Isn't some medication Or a blade. It's not something to be stereotyped.   Four Once,  It's something to...
A Matter of Perception
Who am I? The seventeen year old, who walks all over town, becuase she can't drive. I work at least twenty hours a week, Just to pay for AP...
Who's loss is it really?
One cut That's all it takes. For the addiction to start.  Five years have passed. The collection of scars has grown. It's only gotten...