No. Poem by Desiree Whitamore

being here is drowning me.
the sun fades my heart.
it's tough to see the light in me
when my world is growing dark.

i took the hints you gave me.
i've taken all your lies
i'm not what you think of me.
it hurts to even try.

heaven's right above me.
but i hear hell's a magic place.
no one there will judge me,
if i choose to run away.

you used to say you loved me.
used to throw me on the ground
all my bruises numb me,
it's my fault you're not around.