Trouble Poem by Chyna Washington

Theres trouble in paradise
It was just as cold as water and ice
I cover up to take off some of the chill
If i dont ill be soo ill
Im in trouble for not talking
So they kicked me out and i start walking
They say they dont want me there
But they keep bringing me here
I say take me home
And they say i cant be alone
I cut myself or sratch myself until i bleed and i laugh
It takes away from the way i feel then i laugh
So im just in trouble
And it will double