I Know The Cold

I write poems that are me,
Or rather what is in my head.
It may be prose,
Ponders,
Sadness and grief;
But who expected happy poetry anyways?
If you wish not to see a crying girl,
Then you're reading the wrong book.
If you wish not to see the terror of a weeping girl,
You should turn away.
But if you wish to see the anguish of someone far too young,
Then,
My dear,
You're in the right place.

I ask for no comments, votes, or anything. This is a place I can rant quietly without anyone needing to be a mandated reporter. So let me write, let me cry, and leave me alone. This is work of a broken girl who just wants to write.