What is it like to be happy?
I can't rember
There is blood on my hands
I can never deny
How many people has he made cry?
How many lives has he ended?
How many times has he hurt those
That I had once befriended?
I can't rember
What it's like to be free
What it's like to happy
What it's like
To be me
Thank you once again to all the reviewers if it wasn't for you I would not have had the courage to turn Broken into a collection! This is chapter eight so two poems and the ending to go! More news on the ending it will not be a poem. It will be an extremely sad short story that ties all the poems togther nicely! Well see you soon (hopefully)
---------- Volcanic
Sat August 14 2004
8:52 PM