Self-expression is my way to self-healing.
My poetry at times can be so revealing...

Submerged in silence
braking molds of life...

Plummet through the depths
rise among the ashes...

She cried alone
in the opaque room...

The pain is overwhelming
My feelings never showing...

My freshman year was gonna be great I said as I...
But I had no idea all the horrible things people...

This is really off for what I normally write, it...
The point of braking...

She lies awake at night crying out to god
Praying that someone will come and hold her near...

I am walking
I see the path ahead...

Like a withered rose I no longer glow
Like a withered rose my pain always shows...

( i dunno who wrote the first 4 lines, if u know...
she couldn't stand the silence...

She lays in his arms for hours
but her thoughts lay with another...