Every time
I take a drink...

She cut through her skin
Straight to the bone...

***I worked really hard on this poem, and I must...
proud of it, but then again I am...

Gone…
You’re not even gone...

Hear me…
I sit on the floor...

I can’t wait until
I can finally say...

Why do you hate me daddy?
Why can’t you see me...

A brother stood up at graduation
A blank look on his face...

**I already know that this poems really not that...
Why does it always seem...

I cried myself to sleep tonight
Remembering all the things I can not do right...

I cut deep into my bone
Past the hurt and sadness...

Late tonight
I'll hear your screams...