My bleeding eyes,
They run and run,
Forever the crystals shall run.
A quite space where no one will enter,
A place none can critics or laugh,
Like they always do.
A place I can escape to in my worst moments,
A place all my own.
The crystals that fall,
They run like a fountain.
Forever alone in a world were none is like me.
A place all mine,
Where my bleeding eyes can run,
A place where I’m only myself.
I’m a freak and I know it,
But still they claim it out right.
Why, why do they do it?
I do not know why they fight to hurt me…
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I'm going to post a bunch of stuff, like poems (they're not really good), and short stories!
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