This is just a poem or something like that I wrote in some spare time
Hope you like
What has made you come to this
Is it your mother? Father? Sister? Brother?
Then what who is it?
You stare below so far below
Why were you bourn you think?
Everyone you know hates you or dead
The weather expresses what you are feeling
A storm raining thunder lighting
The wind whipping your hair in your face
You think that no one will notice that you're gone
Or even dead
No one loved you
They pitted you and your life
Even when you said don't pity me
The scars of your past start to tingle
And resurface the pain and sorrow
You crumble in pain
On your hands and knees and you cry out in pain
But the pain won't fade or go away
It never will
And no one would even notice it was there to start with
