This poem was written by Rachel M and Shanea, that's me.
I would like to say that we are neither Goth nor do I cut my wrists.
I haven't finished it yet and I'm stuck
Help anyone!
Wasn't
He shouldn't be worth my time
He shouldn't be worth this pain
This is not a simple rhyme
My life is not a love game
I've spent to long crying
And too long wishing
Behind these blood shot eyes
My soul lies wilting
I have no wish to die
But no will to live
I have nothing more to offer,
Nothing left to give
Apologies will go unanswered
Forgiven he will be not
He's left me with sorrow
Felling lonely and Distraught
Trust no longer exists
With promises broken
Let the blood flow from wrists