I come from a small town with a huge family :) my poems are a little dark but not bad..
Take a knife and cut me up If you hate me you won't stop. Make me feel the pain within, As you're slitting through my skin. Makes me weaker as I bleed, For your mercy make me plead.
In this war state of mind; in my heart, I struggle with the questions; with the thoughts, What should I do now?; Now that your gone, What should I say; now that I can't say your mine, All I can do...
-I only hope to see your face again, wishing that the light would just let me in. -I can't stand the fact that your gone, not being able to see your face for long.
-I lay here in bed looking at my wrist, I see vains. It's not bad, not worse than me being in pain. - I wish I could get better by the days, But instead I have to go to the doctor to get x-rays.
Breaking hearts is what you do best, ill leave the other girls to figure out the rest. You tore me apart and threw me away, but I gotta keep going on though the day.
-I hate the fact that I'm torn apart on the inside because guys like to fuck with girls heads, Well now I'm all crazy and shit and forced to take meds.