Time and time again I ask myself. Yet I get only one answer. `Your not good enough you never were. Stop kidding yourself`. I need them to read this to feel the pain for this may end by my own hand. Here I stand with a splintered heart and tears in my eyes knife in my hand. Blood running swiftly down my tattered skin. You will never be good enough my mind screams. You will always be ugly mean arrogant. You will never have any friends Your parents will never love you. So here I stand with a splintered heart and tears in my eyes knife in my hand. And Im not going to pretend that Iam alright and I wont try to fight. The rain is pouring the blood washing away. The tears now sliding neatly down my face. And I wish not to be heard but to be seen. So here I stand splintered heart and tears sliding down my face knife in my hand screaming `Im not going to pretend that Im alright and I wont fight!` I drop to my knees releasing the knife. So here I sit splintered heart and tears sliding down my face knife placed by my side screaming `Iam not going to pretend Iam alright and I wont fight` I now lay on the ground. So here I lay splintered heart and tears sliding down my face knife placed by my side my eyes slowly closing and I whisper `Im not going to pretend I am alright and I wont fight`
