Showing sad poems for tag "bind"

Lost

Margaret Love brad Hale

When you stand alone in the cold you just want to fall.
There’s chains rapped around you, and you’re already in a pool of blood.
You have so much pain and hurt and scars.
You’re sick of lies.
You want to break free but the chains are just too tight.
So you grab the chains and scream I’m so much in pain.
Good bye.
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