*I wrote this poem months ago but now I feel like...
I was born into your arms...

It’s been a month and a half
Since I last...

Last night I fell asleep dreaming of you
Thinking and admiring you...

I am on a roller coaster
Filled with lots of twists and turns...

I cut too deep
I hit a vein...

*this is a poem i rote about cutting*
I told you I stopped...

Stop pretending
Im not there...

I hate myself
Hate my life...

Every night
When I'm in bed...

When I cry
they say it's fake...

"It's raining in my heart
like it's raining outside&quot...

Now that I'm with you
You don't care about me...