Poems from Briannachey
As I shed and weep,
Hate consumes me
A man I once felt I loved
Stole innocence from me that will never return from above
Why me?
Death...
My happiness? Last on my list
Perfecting everyone else to become perfectionist
Handing out money to the wrong doers of me
Now I'm left...
Why I write, started long ago
A warm home but on the inside I was cold
With a mind full of discouragement,
Poetry became my encouragement...