Hey everyone, this is Kristy, IB doesn't know we're writing here but Zachary has been bugging me to share his poem that he wrote. May trigger some, please view with caution.

As I taste the blood from my wound
I think maybe the end will be soon
Yet I wake to the sound of my breath
Wondering what to do next
You left me here, now ALL is fear
cannot even shed a tear
cannot rest, till I lay my head
on your chest, only then may I feel
just maybe, I will begin to heal...
Zach