I am 16... There isn't a whole lot more to say. I love to write and I don't know what I would do if I could't express myself through my poetry. I don't mind bad comments... I'm used to them. I don't mind people... They will do what they want anyways... But oh well... Do what you please... Not that you needed me to say you could... ^obviously...^ |
Just one little cut... I say to myself
How bad could a small one be...
I'll run this razor down my arms
I'll run it across my legs...
I don't like to wake up for school...
Seeing my friends isn't worth life sometimes...
Fallen from faith, I stand alone...
Staring at my broken home...
This is a life I never wanted to have...
I wanted to be safe...
I don't like to wake up for school...
Seeing my friends isn't worth life sometimes...
I wish I had a Daddy
One I could call my own...
Take away my pain, and save me from myself
I'm the one who takes the knife down from off the...
The strong people survive by feeding off the weak |
When I was crying, cold and curld up |
I'm drowning in myself... |