My Notebooks Poem by toxicity ryan adams

if my notebooks could speak
theyd tell a thousand of painful stories
some would tell of my homelife
some would tell of my pain
some would tell of my knife
some would tell that im insane
theyd speak of things that youd never dream of
my 'wonderful' childhood
my 'sweet' reality of
cuts and blood not quite understood
theyd tell how it was always rain
never a ray of light thru my pain
how i always felt like dying
and how i was always crying
theyd share with you about me, never loved
always wondered how i kept my head above
thought i had family
but then push came to shove
theyd go on how id be girl crazy
wanting every hottie
trying to find someone to love
they thought i was just always horny
theyd all end their stories the same
with pity in there voice thinking what a shame
because one day i couldnt take it anymore
so i killed myself and fell to the floor