Dirt
No more tears
Left to cry
That river
Has run dry
Only thing left
Is now hate
I need help
But it’s too late
Thoughts now
Want to kill
See someone’s
Blood spill
Tired of always
Being abused
Feel like paper
Wadded and used
Tired of pain
Tired of hurt
Tired of being
Made to feel
LIKE DIRT
Author: Rodney Timms
February 27, 2012
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