I am used to being left alone,
Sometimes home is not even home.
So thats why I make poems.
When people think you're r happy and cheerful,
The truth is your life has been very pitiful.
Grades are what makes them hopeful,
But they turn away once it goes downhill and disgraceful.
People expected the best of me,
When I was so lost and wanted to be set free.
Cuts on my wrist why cant you see,
Im just trying to let go of this reality.
I have forgotten who I really was,
So lost there was no one I could trust.
Happiness was something I always lusted,
My smallest mistakes yet they make a fuss.
Am I truly even living?
Or am I just manipulated into believing.
Everyone's words has been decieving,
But I lost my trust now here I am crying.
