My Life

I have a name,
My name Jen,
I am 13,
I have one friends,
what a surprise,
My friends is shiny,
Metal and sharp,
I pull him out every nite in the dark,
I lost my best friend,
over stupid crap i did,
My other friends are leaving,
I'm going to a catholic school,
and i don't know what I'm going to do,
My dogs a witch,
So my parents are to,
The razor comes out,
from under my bed,
Me thinking,
Is this my only way out?
I threw the razor out the window,
Thinking why would i ever cut?
But thinking of all my problems,
I jump,
I hit the ground,
landing on my feet,
My ankles sprained,
but no-one knows,
I hide the pain from others,
As coming home,
i get followed by this car,
Its scary, I'm only 13.
I walk into my house,
the car keeps driving.
These kids are breaking into my next door neighbors van,
I call the cops,
i feel more safe,
Shaking tremendously.
My name is Jen.
I am 13.
Scared to death
What i Might do.