Me Poem by Julia Holland

Tears fall down my face
But they aren't outplace
People are too wrapped up in their own world
To notice little old me
My heads in a mess
But I can't confess
No one seems to care
That I feel despair
Why don't I give up
Because my feelings can't be locked up
The cuts on my wrist
Everyone thinks they don't exist
How wrong can they be
All I want is to be free
I just want to pain to go away
But it never does it stays every day
What should I do
What can I do
Should I sit her and let it happen
Because it's all misshapen