Scars Poem by Heather unkown

How can life be
so crule where around
every corner is only
saddness and pain
war and death
suffering and regret
life has now lost
all meaning
NO MORE
I want nothing
to do with it
I ust want peace
in my own mind
wail caos and
horror hapen write
outside my very own door
things aren't as they seem
someone could
be suffering
on the inside
but seem happy on
the outside
ARE YOU
ALL BLIND!
cant you see
the scrs on
her arm
PAIY ATTINTION
she is all
alone and
they will
never know
untill she
pulls the trigger
then it is to late
she is gone
for more then
just another day.