Shes lost yet no one
knows it...

Shes breaking down
her life is fading...

Her makeups never perfect
her clothes dont always match...

I want a guy
to tell me he loves me...

MY FRIEND WROTE THIS POEM
"I love you," She said...

She feels the itch form on her wrist
like due drops dripping from the mist...

Tears of blood run down her wrists
but signs of emotion on her Face are missed...

You say how sad
you say poor thing...

Tears of joy
because i have the perfect boy...

I need someone to listen,
I need someone to hear...

well thats it
hope is out the door...

Help
i need somebody...