i love reading everyone's poetry and i hope you all read mine. i want you all to give comments about my poems and tell me if you have any of the same problems i do. if you wanna talk about anything just write me. |
The night was cold
the sky so dark...
I can remember how he hung there
above my toilet...
I have done it everyday as long as i can remember
it's been a part of me that I'll never be able to...
The cuts and scars on that arm are more than one...
a little girl torn up inside should never be that...
Wow it\'s been so long since i felt normal
so long since i was felt right...
I could be in a room of hundreds,
but I feel alone...
I cant stand this place or these people
they're fake...
I use to feel storms of anger
rushing threw my being...
Cut and cry
Then cut some more...
I wish i could rearrange my brain
make it normal...