I feel like screaming,
when of your deeds I am dreaming.
Depression is no word to describe,
this feeling I have deep inside.
For what you did cut deep,
and on the ground my blood will seep.
Wow. This was a refreshingly short poem. And, it wasn't short in a way thats like, where's the rest of it? But more in a way, like, that makes me think.
Good job. I can't really think of anything to suggest. Its amazing. Really. You are beyond major.
Submission Name: Seep
