IS this who i am a girl who's sad and alone. With a broken heart and a broken home. Is this what people think of me. I'm judge by what they think I'll be. Why do i cry why else? I'm alone with no one else. Why do i cut how can i stop. I hope the pain they cause is worth the rot. I'm sorry to me though. For i punish myself. When i should face the words they say and everything else. IS this who i want to be? Young with nothing to see. Skin and bones all alone. Wrapped in sorrow waiting for tomorrow. My eyes tell of my lost path. Is this me i ask last?
