**kk, so there are really 2 versions of this poem...
broken down...

I had brain surgery 6 years ago
it ruined my life...

Look at my life
And tell me you too have cried...

Breaking
my body- my soul, being broken...

I don't need medication
For sadness is not a disease...

A blond haired, blue eyed cheerleader
As perfect as can be...

This poem is about my niece, and I've already...
my baby, my angel...

** just to clarify, i teach at a private school...
I am not here to smile...

I'm better off dead
Put a gun to my head...

Slit my wrists
Slit them deep...

- i sit on the lid of the toilet and begin to cut...
even as i begin to clean the wounds, the rush of...

I saw a girl
the other day...