No this poem ain’t about some little b****
Because I ain’t a b...

I need to feel your lips upon mine,
I need to feel your arms around me...

Im strong
Im weak...

Hatred – For making me cry and for making me...
Anger – For when you hit me...

Sick B!tch someone shouts
Thats her said a group of girls...

You’re a true friend
Always there for me...

Walk with me
As I show you my life...

I want to hurt myself,
Because of the way i hurt you...

You’re leaving me
You said you just want to be free...

Tears in her eyes
Her life is full of lies...

You’re so cold against my skin,
I look at my reflection in you...

I hurt inside
Can you not see...