the look on her face says it all
the very slight touch to my arm
it dont help
it dont make me feel better
i just want to get out and scream.
the darkness of sadness comes in the room like a shodow of what? i dont know
airy and cold silent and sad wanting to cry but holding it back.
me again what a suprise
just hit me has hard has you can
its my fault its bound to be
hurt me
be nasty
make me cry
tell me you hate me
oh god i want to die.

This poem was written/submitted by ange74.