Its the infinite times I've broken
That didn't phase a soul
These were cries for help
And from my darkest whole
The cuts on my arm
I blamed on the trees
Many new the truth
But seemed undazzled by these
I had lost much weight
Appetite zipped closed
The sounds of me sick
I stood by this pose
My finger nails were screeching
Down our own blackboard
The pain was indescribable
But these cried for were ignored
Yet when I ended up in the bed
Of a ward they labelled insane
Everyone become worried
And I bowed my head in shame
Now you tell me you are shocked
That I should give you some space
When right now I need everyone
More than those days
this is a bit of a poem about how i feel right now, my best friend was so worried and now wont talk wont tell me why, me i need her to help recover, i never new it would lose me my best friend
