Sometimes I just want to runaway
And leave this pain behind
Maybe then I wouldn't have to cry
Cry myself to sleep at night.
If I runaway, would you care enough to follow?
Or would you let me go by myself
Alone and Scared
Without someone who cares?
You DO care.... don't you?
You told me once before
Remember the night I called you?
I was crying because he called me a W H O R E
Then I cut myself
A little too deep
And we couldn't stop the blood
From dripping down my arm
And staining the floor.
I was scared I'll admit it
But you helped me through it
Now I'm being called FAT!!
Am I really fat?
I guess I'll just run
Far away from this horrible place
Where people don't call you names
They are making me hate life
And who I am
By calling me a B I T C H or S L U T
And by telling me that I am fat
I have to leave and never come back
So it's your decision to make
Are you staying or coming?
I have to know now
Please tell me what you think of this poem..... I just wrote what I felt.
