unknown.

we all seem to know whats going on
yet no1 tries to help
we all know what its like
yet we just walk on by
we always wish there was some1 to talk to
yet we all try to ignore the ones going thru it
so many friends...feeling unloved
resorting to cutting, pills, drugs...etc

and when yew finally realise its too late...
yew wanna help
the razr blades become thier best friend
and passing out seems to make it all better.
they just wanna get past it all

they cry themselves to sleep
and try to cause more and more pain
trying to get thier mind off of the present problem
yet, after its all done...they hide it
they become ashamed of what they have done
and the more they think about it, the worse they feel.

more problems just seem to build up
every little thing that goes wrong sends them off the deep end.
they seem to just become more and more depressed.
and everything seems to be working against them.



im not very gewd at poetry...but mike convinced me to post something.