she locks herself up,
turns the radio up loud,
covers her face with her pillow,
and lets her tears run down.
she hates it more then she can stand,
she thinks "how can i stay here?"
its hard when she has no one to go to,
she doesnt think she can any longer.
her mind comes up with ways of possible suicides,
she isnt needed so why does she even stay,
there is always the possibility of running away
they would catch her though and throw her away.
her view on herself is horrible,
she thinks she is a screw up,
a problem to everyone that knows her,
why does she even care anymore?
just tell me wat u think, not any "o, im so sorry" or "dont think that way" that is all stuff i dont really need 2 hear right now
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Very emotional piece here. Very heart-touching/. Good job with this. Loved it. Thanks so much for sharing and thanks for your kind comments on my piece.
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i thought that this was a really good poem tori. it was sad yes, but quite good. i can tell you this, you are NOT a screw up; idc if it makes u mad that i said that.
i loved the emotions in it. keep up the good work!! 
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.... you are needed .. you die , you come back... the world will always be the same, full of hate, and dreadful pain ....
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