No this poem ain’t about some little b****
Because I ain’t a b...

You’re a true friend
Always there for me...

Im strong
Im weak...

Sick B!tch someone shouts
Thats her said a group of girls...

Hatred – For making me cry and for making me...
Anger – For when you hit me...

I need to feel your lips upon mine,
I need to feel your arms around me...

You’re leaving me
You said you just want to be free...

You’re so cold against my skin,
I look at my reflection in you...

I hurt inside
Can you not see...

You can knock me down,
Break my heart...

I am hurting inside
Can you not see...

My wrist are all swollen
All because my heart was stolen...