Ehs Poem by briana plaz

She's sick
Emotionally unstable
She's empty ….
Yet full of anger and sorrow
Excitement runs through her veins
Anger overwhelms her.
At the boiling point of love yet unbelievable hate
All of this at one..
It's unbearable yet so comforting
For her………….
Sickened by this game she calls life
And wanting nothing more then to be free
shattered inside, glass falls beside her
Alone in her world of self-pity
as red tears fall, from her skin
She's gone to far down to be saved