thinking silently
trying not to cry
you seem sad
you want to die
praying hard to God
take me away please
they don't care much
put me at peace
grab the blade they say
as tears run down your face
you deserve this
you're a waste
no one cares about the broken girl
stuck in her room
relapsing like a broken record
the pain will go away soon
My Poetry
By AliceCampo
Just some of my poems/songs More