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...