You take me down deeper into hell
you grab me and throw me away...

Even though I might have been mean,
you have lived it through to be sixteen...

Writing poetry can be such a thrill
writing about anything you want to spill...

So you cant read my mind
but there is something here...

Why do you look at me with your face so sad
what have i done to make you so mad...

Secrets
everyone has them you and me...

My life is changing because of you
this life that has been through hell...

She felt alone in this worthless world
deep down all she wanted was to scream...

I look into a mirror and what do I see
I see a miserable girl trying to escape me...

I would love you more
but i am scared for the truth...

The attempts of dieing is quite rewarding
nothing can seize my sorrowful sad soul...

A Letter
Dear Mom and Dad...