no poem i write
nothing i do...
nobody says "its your painting?! woo hoo!"
i ask you, why me? why?!?!
now i just sit in the corner and cry...
thinking about, how life is a block...
maybe death would be better?.. and rock?
no... i don't think so... and yet i get doubts....
looks at her sister and sees her nose snout
"don't do it!!"  she said.
i wake up and get out...
maybe it was a dream....
no! it was real! i can still see the blood all around.....