As life starts to overtake me,
and I start to lose control...

When her parents found her
she still had the razor in her hand...

To bleed again
to feel the pain...

I remembered when i cryed
thinking i couldn't go on...

I crawl up in a ball
hoping to disappear...

You said some things i know
that you didn't really mean...

I hate seeing tomorrow
another hour, another day...

*one of my first poems*
I thank you for being my friend...

*this is one of the first poems i wrote*
I thought things would be better...

Don't tell me how you feel
don't say that we are one...

Who will help that little girl
who doesn't want to live anymore...

I must be pretty stupid,
To think you actually cared...