Killing me soflty a little mre each and everyday. I cry and cry more unable
to have anything to say. My insides are being twisted and bruised. But no
one even wants to think about it to sooth. Teardrops fall from my eyes to
the floor. So mych anger I throw my television at the door. Guys taking
advantage making me feel like a whore. Then friends come and of my
personality take more. After they're done leaving me in the shadows
feelin poor. Inside it makes me geel like a tiger about to roar. While
everyone else is up in the sky feeling like an eagle to soar. Do you know
how badly my heart feels torn? Like everyone has taken my heart and from
their pleasure have made it badly worn. So tired of the weight put upon me,
my first breakdown has been shown to thee. Can I be fixed, or has everyone
been transfixed? I need comfort and happiness from everyone. But they stand
around falsely stund. My intellagence mademe notice they have done this
faultively. Like I said earlier it's killing me softly.

*This poem expresses how I have had so much weight put upon me and
depression I had continuously bottling inside.Until I brokedown and released
what I had to say.
 
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