Thorn Poem by Rachel Black elk

Roses are red violets are blue
I used to cry myself to sleep,
To hide my pain,
It never mattered anyway,
Because I never had anyone who cared,
They would check once and say I was fine,
I just cried my sadness away till I was numb,
I used to cut my wrm as I got older
Because of the love I didn't receive
It wasn't from a boyfriend not the normal teenager love at first sight,
I had half the love from my family at that time,
Cuts weren't deep but just enough for me to feel,
Being told I wasn't enough
Or
Just wasn't up to the beauty standards
I wanted to drink
And go down the darkest path by 10th grade
But I always thought of what my little sister would do,
And then I just did better