Comments about DJ Hart
My freinds have thrown me away like trash.
To them, I am worth less than burn't ash.
I messed up and admitted a was bi.
Now I just cant wait to die.
I look down at the scars on my arm,
waiting for the next chance to self-harm.
'I have freinds' I realize.
They were hiding behind my eyes.
They are with me, thick and thin.
Always there when my blood covers my skin.
Rage, Deppression, and Suicidal Thoughts are my freinds.
But I still cant wait until the day that I finally die.