My Poem what i think to myself, Your wasting your time tryna find a man, When you know for a fact that you cant not can, You try your hardest to make people happy, when all its doing is making you crappy. You try and be pretty to get people to notice you but you dont succeed and so you dont even bother to, People complain when you attention seek when thats the only way you can get people to speak, You try and treat your skin and someone downs you and it all just goes in the bin. You try and wipe your tears before someone notices they really dont care until your wrist and then someone notices, The scars on your arm are from hurt and pain, then people try to support you then you complain, No one is there when you need them not no one you cant do it, only the voices in your head saying just do it You cut your arm and see the blood, its just like a depression flood, you stop and cry and hold your head high wipe your tears and start again, you think to yourself are you worth living but your not so dont stop slicing, You stop and cry yoursepf to sleep thinking of all the bad comments and repeat until you will lose the memories and bad comments but the scars are they and you start to vomit, Your disgusted in the way your are should you run away so far, Or should you deal with it and add more to your arm, Should i try and live with all the problems or sit under a tree and end it not.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 05:48:06 +0000
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