U cant c me cry
& u cant c me die
I'm talking bout inside
Day by day loosing my pride
People staring, talking
Just wish it cud end walking
But i cant cope
& iv lost every bit of hope
Feeling alone
Trapped in a zone
Need 2end it straight away
Just cant be here 1more day
2day i was jugs a blur
but 2Moro i just wont be there
I'll go from no1 knowing me
To the talk of the school, wait & see
So I'm writing this b4 the end
Because theres just 1more little bend
In what i call life
& thats 2end it with a knife
This poem isn't about me, but may relate to some people.
