A Collection Of Self Written Poems.

Jasmine Spires was Lit!

You think you know me. Do you know that every night, I break and sobb. Sobb for Ethan. Sobb because I'm too fat . Sobb because I'm too screechy . Sobb because I'm always comforting everyone, but when people try to comfort me, I lie . I sobb at night when no one knows I'm contemplating death. Death would be painless. I want to die.

I put my poker face on each day. And each day, I think about Ethan. And how he left. And how I wasn't good enough for anyone. I cry so hard at night. That actual tears fall from my eyes. My mom thinks Angel scratches me. I lie to her. The pencil tip feels good. And for every day I think about Ethan, I punish myself by thinking about him at night. I want to die so bad . And soon I will. Goodbye world. I'm gone.

I once had conversation with a friend. Or maybe an aqqatince. I don't know what a true friend is. We were walking. And my jacket sleeve accdently rode up . And she saw the scratches and scars. She had been analyzing me. My poems. The bags underneath my eyes. My pictures of gravestones. The fact that I won't let anyone touch me. My quietness. She saw the signs. But I ran. I could not ha dle someone knowing.

Angels have wings to fly and scars to remember.

We end our lives to end our pain and despair.

We paint our sadness with a razor and blood.

We don't talk, because we are afraid to be heard.

The world has two kinds of people. There are those who are tough to survive, and there are those who are too delicate to survive. They're called angels . And they all leave us .

Don't you cry . You told me not to cry. So don't cry .

It'sgetting worse. I can't stop. It's just happening too fast. I'm dying inside. Why can't they stay?

I wonder what will happen when I die. 'Thank gods that girl is gone. Now I have less students. ' , ' Welps , looks like we have one less child to take care of. ' ' Yay. Less competition! ', ' Oh , that dummy we laughed at? Good thing she's gone. ', ' Oh. Cool . Now I don't have to introduce my ex-girlfriend. ' .

You say lying is bad . But you lie when you say you'll help .

It coming. The end. I'm going with it . This place is too rough.

They never notice. The scratches on my arms. The scars on my wrist. I thought the world was kind. But it wasn't. Bye. I'm not coming back again.