Oh god not another poem
Not another rhyme...

Would it really be so crazy
Or even kinda weird...

Love songs are depressing
Smiles are so weak...

Friends love you through the good times
And struggle through the bad...

Look for me in the sky
The clouds will be my disguise...

The blade is sharp
And cold as ice...

Discriminating means...
to hate...

How could an abortion occur at the age of sixteen
Or a mother murder her own flesh...

Sometimes I just want to go to sleep
And never wake up again...

Tear down my confidence
Create all my tears...

Even though I am mad at you
And you have brought so many tears...

If only, if only
Broken hearts were fixed with glue...