My non rhyming poetry.

Poetry 1

I've never felt so hurt, the tears that I have produced shows my pain. I can't stop thinking you don't love me. My sorrow makes me want to put myself into oblivion for all the right reasons. Cutting is a stress reliever, clearly no one understands. I curl myself into a ball, crying, and crying, and crying. I try to stop, but the pain hurts worse. The thought of loosing you causes me to have a panic attack.  I thought I was happy, but my sadness was hiding behind a wall this whole time, I have no happiness left, nor do I have joy, you may think I'm getting better but my mind has grown Gruesome thoughts, no one could ever imagine. For such a young girl, the depression has spread with all its might, nothing's right, you can't put up the fight. The only way is to hang your body from the fan, it might get their attention. The rope says hi, the blade says miss me, the water says come for me, and the pils say take me.