If when you wake up in the morning,
and the hurting is so great...

My days draw long and weary
when your no longer near...

Have you ever wanted to dry a tear
that you knew you had made fall...

I am a poet writing of my pain.
I am a person living a life of shame...

I have a mother,
and shes very Sweet...

The sharp edge of the razor cuts my skin easily.
I'm numb to the pain...

Sometimes I question you,
And wonder whether you're listening...

Take a walk in my shoes
then you can judge me...