Times 3 Poem by Shaynna Bernal

Everyday there's a fight in my house
It's just us three
How could it be
Now it's just me

All of my pain
I'm going insain
As my blood begins to drain

Now i'm inside
Thinking of suicide
To all my friends i lied
Sometimes i've cried
Others i've hide
I just wish i would have died

In so many different places
There's so many faces
And so many raises
They call us discrases

I wish i had someone to help me find my way home
I'm like a stone
In a dark room all alone

My friends say to stop
My minds gana pop
Sooner or later I'm gana drop...

Strike Three!