In a short
Little poem
Ill tell you
Bout my life,
How i only felt safe
When holding a knife,
Scissors or a blade.
When i used music
To keep from
Going insane.
When all the good times
Went down the drain,
I started to frown.
Started to drown.
Jesus Christ
Turned my life around
No more
Self harm,
No new scars.
Ive helped so many people.
Its pretty bizarre,
I dont need a boy
To be a happy me.
I do need a friend because
I need to feel free.
My life wasn't a perfect little journey,
I fell down,
I felt the pain..
I cried tell i dried my eyes in the rain.
Im so sorry.
I feel so weak,
Maybe im strong,
Maybe im wrong
Maybe for once i want to belong.