Theropy Poem by Tiara Neal

Burning, it's the sensation.
Living a dead life.
Not caring, always hating.
Staying alive in this fight.

It's hard enough to live.
That what you want me to do.
Treating me like a kid.
When the rest of me is through.

Spill to me, share it.
How do you fell...
I'm so unclean, Dont deserve it.
I want my arm to heal.

Tearing my life in pieces.
Shread by shread of blood.
Not the way I want to be treated.
I'm just wanting to be loved.

Dying, Cutting, Living, Unfree
Nobody knows what it feels like to be me.