im 17 and have been told i have a couple of mental illnesses....and poetry is one of the only things that help me...i do have another but i wear that around my neck and no its not a cross!!!! im only new to posting my poems to thw world and i know they arnt that good but the meaning of them mean so much to me. |
As i sit in my room and stare at my scarred arms i...
i swore to myself to never do such a thing ever...
Under all the deautiful clothes and amaziing...
As i sit here and talk to you i wonder about all...
i love you so much and i hope you will be true...
As i sit in my room and stare at my scarred arms i...
i swore to myself to never do such a thing ever...
I sit here in my empty lonely room
thinking and thinking only of you...