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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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