What have we here? A fear of Rejection?
Yet others are awed by her soft cream complexion...
What if I wanted to break?
Lie down to sleep at a wake...
What is it that I see, it's starring back at me.
My reflection, so far from perfection...
When I look in the mirror I see a reflection,
of a failure who is so far from perfection...
Its just me alone in bed
Wondering why I am crying...
She's fed up with life,
And today's the last time she'll be hit...
I don't no if this is a poem but it's a story of...
As i sit here
about to slit my wrists...
Well, for starters? I'm very fat.
My Clothes? Always covered in hair of cat...
You don't know what its like,
So you need to stop thinking you do...
We are what we are,
No more no less...
The razor is like a pedophile
He molests my wrists...