Cold Cash and Hearts:
Splinters and daggers spear straight to me.
I run and I hide but they don't disappear.
The adrendaline pushes me to the edge,
and all I can do is hear; listen to the screams and the extreme minds.
Their darkest secrets come out alive.
Alternative plans come into action and they make the will to live;
to fight for yourself and no one else and in the end to receive and give. The pain pierces through me, but I can't die.
I've felt pain all my life, and I'm still here alive.
Chances grow to take the way out; but that path to me is not aloud.
Not until I've tried my hardest, not until I've pushed the farthest.
I'll take the role and live the part;
i'll get past the cold cash and hearts.
Yeah, i really liked the poems i made, this is just one of them
, not sure if you guys will like em, but I thought i'd share lol.