Everyone calls me a poser
Everyone calls me that loser
Mr 'friends' hate me
they all think I'm a B
No one cares
No one's there
No one understands
the scars that cover my hands
They think I want attention
They think I'm just b****in
Noone knows what I've been through
If only they actually knew
maybe then they'd understand
understand the scars that cover my hands
Everynight all i do is cry
wishing, hoping that soon i will die
its all my fault they say
its amazing I've made it another day
When will I happily die?
whens the last tear I'll cry
How should i end my life?
should i use a knife?
when should i slit my wrists?
deep and long and end all this
soon i hope
till then I'll cut to cope
Lizzie Resendiz
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/-207/
