As I sit here in my room all alone curled up in a ball crying, I wonder does anyone care? NO. not my mom not sisters or my stepdad. sometimes i need someone to be there for me but every were i run theres no one. everywere i turn theres things bringing me down. fattie stupid and ugly are just three of the words im called everyday. I always try to find a way to pour out my emotion. but I know drugs or cutting myself is not the answer and ill never do that. ive also learned from a great friend that crying is not the answer too, but i cant help it it just comes out. my mom always tells me to stick with people your own age but older people are like the great sisters i never had. everyday i wonder deeply, Were do i go? What do i do?
Were To Go
this is a poem that i wrote these are my true feelings hope you like it ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
