Right now people know me as...
What people think of me is...
i gave up caring about that years ago.
i gave up caring a few weeks ago,
my life is crap
i live each day within a pool of pain.
i write poems so i dont do anything harsh.
i read poems...
they do not make me feel better but i enjoy reading them
im thinking of quiting life
but i wont give up
others cant stop me
i cant stop me
i have a life, if i like it or not
i will make my life something to live for
others jugde me
my parents cant figrue me out...
i am on my own...
my friends cant understand unless they are me.
i cry a tear...
if one life can make a difference let that life be mine
i will use the pain from the past 16 years... and use it
use it
for the better
i will make my life better
or i will die trying
i will not QUIT
Stacy Bea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-134/
