I'M Sick Poem by Jade Just me

i'm sick if writing about love
i'm sick of writing sorrow
i'm sick of writing anything
but that anythings all i know

i dont know of happy times
when our family was alive
when mom and dad weren't fighting
and sissy and i were alike

i dont know of little picknicks
where we lie down in the grass
smile and pass notes
in the back of class

i remember crying
when you told me this was good-bye
grabbing your hand
asking you not to go

i remember bleeding
after the sharp thing hit my arm
after you said you loved me
and that you would bring no harm