No Cure

by Steph Faragxx*   May 20, 2006


To See My Own Blood
Makes Me Happy,
I Go Through Pain
To Make Me Better,
People See Me
As Someone Who Needs Help,
But How Can They Help?
I'm Just Depressed,
Theres No Cure For That,
My Life Went Down The Drain
As Soon As I Was Born,
I Lost My Father
Well, He Just Didn't Want Me,
When I Was 10
I Found Out That My Dad,
Was In Fact My Step Dad
So Now I Have Two Dads
Thats A Good Start,

I Went To School
Of Course I Got Bullyed,
It Wasn't My Fault
The Way I Look,
I Had A Boyfriend
He Just Used Me,
He Never Cared For Me,
I Moved Schools When I Was 10
Not For Me,
But For My Brother,
Yes In Fact I Hate Him
Yes Again He Bully's Me,
He Hits, He Kicks
He Even Swears
I'm Now 14,
My Worst Age Yet
I Don't Know Why,
I Self-Harm
And I Don't Care
This Is My Way To Say
I Can Feel Worst.

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