Um, well I feel that it is okay to write this because it's about me.
I don't really know what to say; but here:
Your cheeks are puffy from crying,
eyes swollen from tears,
hair messy from all the tares,
lips sore from all the biting,
throat sore from all the screaming,
You're loosing hope,
You're fading,
You want to be happy,
but there's no way,
you come home four out of five days:
crying,
Nervous breakdowns are taking
over,
All you want to do is sleep,
and all you know is
You're depressed.
I've never wrote poetry like this before, so um.. yeah. /:
