Close the book, take it away
If I pretend that I'm not hurting maybe I'll be ok...

I'm too scared for you to touch me
Too scared to look in your eyes...

We're curled up on the sofa
You smile, hold my hand...

I've tried suicide, self harm, the rest
But now I might be dying and it scares me to death...

I worry about her, my bestest friend
I think she knows hes not good for her, but can't...

This poem is for Roxy.
Scream at me, slap my face...

I think of you and I tingle inside
I don't want to this scared or have feelings to...

You come in here and you shout and scream
I've tidied my room, now its my car I should clean...

Before I learned to hide my thoughts
Before I learned to keep answers short...

You're asking me why, act like I complain
Saying I made you sound bad again...

I can't even look at myself in the eye anymore
Lost all self worth and I feel such a bore...

I tried to reach out and let you lift me
I lay back and I let you kiss me...