In My Head
Suicidal thoughts kept running through my head
Thinking maybe i'll be better off dead
My life is like algebra hard to find a solution
To me killing myself was the only option
Slowly cutting my wrist with a razor blade
Leaving scars on my skin that will never fade
Whenever i sit an try to figure out why
All i get is flashbacks and a reason to cry
Each day that goes by there is a battle to face
With someone telling me i'm such a disgrace
It's like no one cares about me or my feelings
Because the more i try to change the less they start caring
Calling me names like ***** an hoe and other hurtful thing you won't want to know
I really wish my life could start over
And maybe everything will be much better
But for now i'll stay in this cold hearted world
And maybe i"ll have a story to be told
Natalia Williams
15 yrs
Copyright © Natalia Williams | Year Posted 2014
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