Help;
All alone I stand,
In an empty room.
Everyone has came,
But all of them left, too.
Their eyes were fixed,
Upon my scars.
Nobody would accept me,
So they left in all their cars.
My brain is so mixed up,
And all I think about is pain.
All I want is happiness,
But it's so hard to gain.
As I think,
Of all my failed goals,
I cut so deep,
I scar my soul.
Maybe all my,
Problems will fade,
Along with,
My facade.
Maybe I'll be loved.
Maybe I'll be liked.
If I'm really lucky,
I'll live the perfect life.
I'll be more than just,
An "emo girl",
For the music,
That I adore.
Someone would come,
and steal my heart.
Of my life,
he'd know every part.
He'd try to save me,
From more scars,
And maybe we'd go,
And watch the stars.
But eventually,
He, too, would give up,
And leave me behind,
In the dust.
Will someone please slap,
The blade from my hand,
To keep me from,
Cutting again?
My soul has scars,
Hidden by fake smiles.
The scars remain,
Hidden in my denial.
There is more pain,
I must confess,
in my brain,
than on my wrist.
All I want,
Is someone to help.
But nobody seems,
To hear my yells.
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I know this one kinda sucks but.... Whatever ._. Oh, while I'm here, thank you for reading this :3 it means a lot... Um... Feedback would be awesome! And if you have any ideas for some poem themes, I can see what I can do(: thanks!
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