The beauty that surrounds me
yet nobody can see...

Depression has become my obsession.
i have suffered so many times...

Love is a red rose,
that sits on my window pain...

You once told me i was strong,
you showed me love, when no-one else would...

I've been abused so many times,
Yet i let them get away with their crimes...

Mum
Do you even know what that word means...

My poems are all the same
SAD...