The Story of My 15 Year old Life: Part Two

I hate this person
that i have become
shes such a lier
shes stupid and dumb

shes so lonely
she resorts to the worse
the blackness of her heart
compliments of her curse

she misses something
someone long forgotten
someone nice and caring
not spoiled and rotten

her lost of identity
its driving her crazy
resorting to insanity
and harming within

a tiny little cut
they think was a mistake
her cruel intentions
its her life that she makes

it didn't bleed
and it didn't hurt
just a little scar
just to remind her

remind her of her life
of her loving friends
reminds her that all good things
must come to an end

the shame trap
her Chaplin said
is what we fall into
when we find something we dread

cutting yourself
isn't always suicidal
its a form of release
to find inner peace

people looked at him confused
also like he was lying
sitting I'm my seat
i found myself nearly crying

i knew what he was saying
i knew what he meant
the pain he talks about
it knows how to torment

i wanted to stand
and i wanted to scream
i wanted to run
away from this horrible dream

i want to change my life
so i don't have to cry
so i can live happily
so i don't want to die

*guys this happened to me just this very morning. I'm sad and ashamed of it and this poetry help me express what i feel. please comment