Chapter 3 - Barbaric Yawp (For English Class)

With my short dark hair and my deep brown eyes

I concealed the many secrets my life held

From the time when I was nine and my dad left

To the many times that I mutilated myself with knives

And made my knuckles turn black and blue by punching walls

The melodic, magnificent music that I produced through an instrument

And the long disturbing poems that I wrote

All helped unconceal all the anger and frustration deep down

But then I met him and my life was turned around

He warmed my heart with his smile as the sun melts ice

He brought me out of my hard shell

And this is what I have to say to that:

As long as you have life to live

You should live it

If I fall

I know you will catch me

As long as you're there for me

I can live my life

But the day you go away

Is the day I die

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