Why did i do it?
Why did i move here?
i cant go and talk to you at ur grave
my life is starting to cave
not sure if i can hold out 1 more day
as the family starts to say
Kayla be real
you have to beable to deal
I cant do it i just cant
im to weak
Im cutting again
why cant i just stop crying
im really like a lost lil child
life is full of them lying
the cut is getting deeper
lifes gettin steeper
no more left to say
i full of way to much pain
i know how you feel. but i just donno how to say it. well its a really good poem!