I find myself sitting alone
with no one to hold me and
tell me im going to be okay.
As I take more piles I get
closer to death not knowing
the fate befor me really not
carring the out come because,
no-one should go through what I
go throught every day of my life.
As the scares come visible to other
I think why or how I could have done
something so stupid, I know I wasent
thinking about what will be the out come
to my actions. but know I know the right way!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stephanie, writing is a great method of dealing with problems. Keep your creativity flowing and always strive to make improvements in your work - you'd be surprised by the outcome! Keep writing, you're off to a great start! ! Brian