I am a poet, a girl,
I wonder if im really alive,
I hear the sceams in the distance,
I see the blood stains on the floors and walls,
i want to just runaway from it all,
I am a poet, a girl.
I pretend not to notice the lies,
I feel so lost and numb,
I touch the county and lean on it,
I wonder if i will live to se my junior year,
I cry to my parents that I will NOT leave,
I am a poet, a girl.
I understand that i have not choice,
I say no, im not going,
I dream that im standing on the ledge of a brindge with blood dripping from my left arm,
I try to explain to you why,
I hope that you will stop talking and learn to listen,
Before you see me fall,
I am a poet, a girl.
