Nights are cold,
morning are lonely...

The weight of the world on your shoulders,
the pressure of desire on my mind...

I am so lost,
i never thought you'd leave...

This is how i feel,
deep inside my soul...

This is my stoire,
This is why i bleed and burn...

Being a tortured soul of only fifteen,
Cutting at the age of thirteen...

Stop right there,
dont you fcking hit me again...

So far yet not far enough, I pick up the knife and...

Broken and confused
Crying and Lieing...

A single tear will fall from my broken face...
this will be m last confession it o my love and...

I look in you eyes,
and i see the world as we know it...

I sit in my room at 5 am thinking about how bad...
please comment my poem i wanna know wut u think...