What They Seem

I cant make it rhyme anymore,
its harder and harder eachtime.
There so much things built up,
but I hold it all inside.

Somehow when Im like this,
the words rhyme with ease
poems are they way I express,
\'cause I know Id die without these.

I know things shouldnt build up,
and that I should do what my friend says.
Shes a wonderful person, but I dont like to vent ^^

Sometimes words dont rhyme,
but I think \"Do they must?\"
I dont think rhymimg really matters more,
because I just make it up.

All my poems are stories,
of how I felt, and why.
yes, sometimes I cut myself,
and in my sleep i cry.

But thats something else,
were all different someway.
Like when depression takes its reign.

Today I feel like dying,
but I held it all in.
I care little about myself,
I just want to protect my friends.

Im here now only,
because I do not want them hurt.
So I slowly destroy my inner self.
Because my friends are my world.

Keep this poem in mind,
next time you read..
about a cutter or someone \"normal\"
cause\' things arent always what they seem.