We wouldn’t get along.

The shame of it all.

If only you could of been like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

Some things are so hurtful.

You don’t see what is underneath.

Enough said.

Snapping finally happens.

Abused by all, hoping to die peacefully.

Another poem written in my senior year. Wish I could write like this again.

Poem about a girl who felt she meant nothing to anybody, including herself.