Poems from angelicad

5 am in June There is something romantic About 5 am In June The night is not over But it is not quite Day The sun Is trying to wake up As...
Skinny psycho   they call me   but they dont know   I'm falling    With all I have to show   They say I'm too thin   I'm losing too many...
At age 4 I wrote my first name In a red crayon It made my mom and dad really proud And they gave me a big hug   At age 6 I wrote a...
I Might as well Have walked A thousand miles Or more Searching For something So unattainable It could only come In my dreams
My world can be a sad place Full of suffering and pain.   My world is full of injustice and for some there is no light.   My world needs a...