**kk, so there are really 2 versions of this poem...
broken down...

I don't have very many childhood memories
But the ones I do have, aren't happy...

If God can make me better
He can choose to make me well...

Memory flashback-
a long time ago...

Holding it in and bleeding it out
thats what my life's all about...

I go to my secret hiding place
Upstairs in my room...

I watch the world through tear-filled eyes
and wonder up at stormy skies...

I drank to be witty- and I became a boor
I drank to be a good dancer- and it made me...

** sorry this is kinda long guys, but i would...
Do you care that I'm scared...

Take my sadness
take my shame...

One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four
opening up to blood and gore...

** my glimmer **
She's only 5 years old...