I sit in my room, and cry.
Sometimes I wounder why?
I think of all the people
that hurt me, and I just
want to die.
I think of friends, and
boyfriends that hurt me, and
it just tares me apart.
I think of hate, and
all I see is me.
I see heart break, and pain.
That just wont go away.
I can't trust because all I see
is that day.
I just want to walk away, and
never come back but I know I
can't. This pain follows me
all the way.
I'm only 15, and my life is
a living hell.
Written By: Krystle Cox (Sweet Angel)
Written: July 2, 1998
I wrote this poem many years ago. I don't feel this way anymore. I love my life even though it is still rough at times. Life is very precious. I guess it just took some growing up to do to realize it. Please comment, and rate my poem it would mean the world to me. Thank You for reading my poem.
~Krystle
