Chapter 1 - poam/song riddle

I try to hold back my tears,

Fight back against my greatest fears.

I try to be cold and dead,

But my emotions are a treath to that.

The pain inside is just to mutch to bare,

All i can do is just stand and stare.

At the reflection of my face,

And punch the that place,

Where my eyes would be,

But there is only cold i see.

In those deep blue pools,

When you look in them you loos all your cools,

Thanks to the eyes that kill,

If there is only 1 look on you to spill.

You'll be frozen in your place,

Stopt in the middle of your pace.

Seeing the hate and pain,

Feeling all your life being drane.

I dont know why,

I call a frustrated cry.

I just want to hold on so bad,

Dont wanna be sad nor mad.

I try to stand up again,

Hold up again,

And walk further again.

Not just giving up,

And not going to a suiside club.

Just have to do it on my own,

And make a heart of stone.

Now i cant be hurt no more,

And let myself become sore.

So now i am here all alone,

With my lttle heart of stone.







Wel people what do you think? I'm going to make a story wear this poam/song riddle belongs to bye^^.snif snif (i think the poam/song riddle is a little sad)

p.s:this is my 1e englisch poam/song riddle so dont be to harsch wil you *puppy eyes*

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