*the Out Come* Poem by Stephanie kramer

I find myself sitting alone
with no one to hold me and
tell me im going to be okay.
As I take more piles I get
closer to death not knowing
the fate befor me really not
carring the out come because,
no-one should go through what I
go throught every day of my life.
As the scares come visible to other
I think why or how I could have done
something so stupid, I know I wasent
thinking about what will be the out come
to my actions. but know I know the right way!