My hurt brings happiness.
The pain is my vice.
Though my eyes singe with fire.
My vains flow with ice.
I haven’t a fear to die
Im thinking it sounds nice:
To be alone, and not have.
To think of life twice….
I realized that I wont have to cry,
To feel for something that’s all just a lie….
But the only catch is very small and awry…
For All you have to do……
Is lay down and vie

This poem was written/submitted by Cierra Carr.