If you don't know me and and my biological dad...
I woke up this morning and wanted to die...

Her tears silently shed
by sorrowful weeping...

(this poem is very random I just kinda wrote it...
black rose petals cover her floor...

The pain is overwhelming
My feelings never showing...

Knock on the door
you turn me away...

No matter how hard you try,
You'll never be able to fly...

There are no more colors in her faded world
living in the Grey's and blacks...

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

All her pain is left unspoken
left only to a knife to be awoken...

I have so many friends
I'm so alone...

Afraid of life
afraid to die...

All alone in the night
I lay awake and look into the sky...