Poetry
by: Me

The tears ran down my face
Before my mother just called me a basket-case
She never knew the seriousness of it all
Never understood she was tearing me apart
Every time this happened I'd be stuck at home
Nobody sympathized,nobody called
I was stuck in hell and nobody knew the pain
I threw things,cried,slept and ate
Nobody would ever know my world was filled with so much hate
I wanted out,just to run away
But the more I tried the more they would take it away
I would stay at home praying to god I could leave soon
By the end of the day I'd cry some more and stare at the moon
Nobody cared,nobody gave a shit
It hurt me so much,I would take a piece of glass to my wrist
The sharpness of it,it never really killed me
But this one last time drove me to the jagged edge
Just pulled the wretched piece across my skin
Nobody would know until they saw the blood
They would never understand that I felt so alone
So I drove that glass right into the bone
So now I lay here,weak and pained
Waiting for someone to realize my shame
It wa always like this,it always ended the same
Until this last day that drove me insane.