I woke up this morning realizing
Its been two months
To this very day
That I received news about your death
...
I was going to commit suicide
was what I was going to do
this weekend
I'm tired of speaking
...
As i walk in the rain
I see their faces
I can hear a train in the distance
Can feel the rain
...
your in the last class
before you go 2 collage
to get more knowledge
life went 2 fast
...
Walking the halls
head held high
not afraid to look people in the eye
I look back
...
I start to cry
wanting my eyes to dry
But I just can't stop
Im in trouble with the cops
...
I'm a pureblood
I don't care
what people think about me
Can't they believe me
...
I remember my friends
from B.C.N.
The ones that said
they'd be there for me till, the end
...
People look at me
And say Im a punk
Do nuthin but get drunk
Thats not true
...
whats up? My Name is Tia im 17 years old. i like to write poems, mostly the poems that i write are from personal experience. i started writing when i get mad and it helped me a lot. But anyways thanks for commenting on my poems.)
Why? ! ! ! ! !
the blade
against my skin
because i think I've committed
a sin
Maybe i have
I smile as i push down
feeling the blood running
down my arm
If any1 walked in and saw
they'd go into alarm
because of my arm
not understanding why
I cut
because life sucks
Sometimes wishing i could die
and i sit there and cry
wondering why! ! ! !
this is how i release anger
just a piece of what i do
the rest you dont need to know
so just go
walk out that door
like you did before
I'll just cut some more
till my arms are so sore
and I'm finally bored