it probably really lame, but here you go Options

[iheartsimba]

Her hair falls against her back

As the little girl falls agaisnt the wall

Slouched and crying

Voices screaming

Tears streaming

As a moment of hesitation

She wait hoplessly for it to end

The bitterness gets colder

Every second as she gets older

When it was least expected

Another yell would shout

The little girl slouched

Covering her eyes

Washing away those days

Earrasig the good memories

with every new scream.

Crying, to take her mind off of it.

She slowly reached for the knife

Covered with blood

From the last night

Her hand squeazes it

SHaking and trembeling of anger.

She blames them for every scar she has

As she slowly slashed it against her wrist

Finally, something new to cry about

She thought

Squeezing her fist.

Blood gushing out from impact

Staining the carpet

And mixed with her tears.

for the blood stain had been there, piling up

For to many years.






----er..i don't right poems much, just when I hit that depression time every few times a year. so you know im not very good at it...and i dont like sharing my poetry either..but there you go. critisize it as much as you want. im ready.