Suicide Of A Part Of Me Poem by Venessa Glover

I feel so lost.
No where to turn.
If i was missing would anyone notice?
If i was cry would anyone care?
Tears run down my cheeks.
With the knife in my hand.
One swift move is all it take.
I'm tried of the names.
I'm tried of feeling alone.
If i was gone would they miss me?
Would they feel bad?
Would they think it's their fault?
If they knew what i was thinking to do when i left...
Would they stop me?
They want to get rid of me.
But i wouldn't give them that.
I threw the knife down, and wipe the tears from my face.
They think they can bully me like that?
Well no more I'm taking a stand.
So i dress different, think different.
Oh well...
I'm different and i like it!
Be different is what make me...
Me.