Some die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random

I will continue to add poems here, gradually.

A poem I wrote about why peole cut themselves. Taken from self experience.

❝ i've got the freedom to do whatever i please ❞ // some songs, a lot of poems, and all of me. // ┍╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┑ ╎ copyright © believeinmeee ╎ ┖╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌╌┙

what people make us believe is not who we are,. just realize that.

A little girl as pretty as can be thought she was ugly because she was dark and wished her skin was lighter so she could be pretty too. When did black become an ugly color? Black is lovely in all shades

This is a poem of friendship and what my friend mean to me

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

To the fathers that weren't there and for the kids that had to accept it