People judge

This blade is sharp,
and long and shiny,
I'm sitting in the dark,
i wish someone would help me,

this big fake smile,
is just a lie,
it covers up my feelings,
cos underneath i cry and cry,

people take one look at me,
and think oh a dirty greb,
well i take one look at them,
and think oh a stupid pleb,

everyone judges,
before they know,
they make me feel horrible,
but i don't let it show,

i wish they would hurt,
as bad as i do,
maybe then they'd understand,
if only they knew,

it hurts to feel,
like your all alone,
unless you've been there in your life,
you surely wouldn't of known,

this dark place I'm in,
is cold and wet,
it isn't very welcoming,
but there might be worse to see yet,

i tried to wrap up warm,
but it sends shivers down my spine,
the hairs on my neck stand up,
could this be the end of the line?

hopefully i will live,
until i am 14,
only a couple more months,
or will i never again be seen?

*Michelle*