Everything is going wrong
The tears form in her eyes...
The tears in her eyes
are question marks...
Used to cut, used to burn.
Used to fight, used to hurt...
Once again every thing's turning
twisting and moving around...
There she goes.
The girl everyone hates...
It must be nice
to go to the place you call home...
Looks of perfection on the outside
pain and sorrow on the inside...
Sometimes people cut themselves
And I'm really not sure why...
Her friends show her, there cuts
like its no big deal...
*Please be kind enough in finishing the poem if...
The tears you shed just a while ago...
What do you do
if you don't know wrong from right...
In my world its always dark
And when it rains it pours...