You tell me I seek attention,
Then why do I wear long sleeves.
You tell me I don't need help,
Then why do I cut.
You tell me that you love me,
Then why don't you care.
You tell me I'm not depressed,
Then why do I want to die.
You tell me you're helping,
Then why is it staying the same.
You tell me I'll get better,
Then why has it been three years.
Who ever tells you those
Who ever tells you those things, are stupied. Do they really belive themselfs?
Grrr, plp make me mad. The poem was good, i liked it, its good to let your feelings out, no matter what anybody thinks. But can i ask, why is it that your angery, or depressed? IF you feel like shareing, you can PM me.
But if you dont, that is fine.
-Elfy*