Well my friend, most of all this may not be another poem per say,
I have a new truth and conclusion, talk about it, i may?
I am twelve years old and my life is full of sorrows,
I am twelve years old and my heart is still hollow,
I beg you not to judge me like everyone does,
Cause if you do then like everyone pain you will cause,
I cut, I cry, and i like to bleed,
School and bullies made me this way,
Music, and crying makes it go away...