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Author's Chapter Notes:
My first poem! Bash it all you want. Constructive critizism( is that how you spell it?) is my friend=)

If you can’t bleed blood,

Than what can you bleed?

Can you bleed feelings?

‘Cause that’s how it seems.

 

The boy has been cut

Too many times to count

Maybe that’s why he can’t

Let his emotions show out.

 

His old life is gone

It’s been swept away

I assume everyone knew

He’d take it that way.

 

But did anyone ask him?

Did anyone care?

Who inquired

If he got his fair share?

 

He’s lost everything

And we still don’t realize

Maybe we are reason

He can’t cry

 

He hides inside himself

And he won’t come out

And I can’t coax him to see

That’s not what life’s about

 

I’m his best friend

I know that, I know

But am I really the only one

Seeing through his show?

 

If he doesn’t bleed blood

Than what does he bleed?

Can he bleed feelings?

'Cause that’s how it seems

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