PlaydateWithFire

          	
          	Am I the only one who hates her own skin?
          	
          	Am I the only one who was born into sin?
          	
          	Am I the only one who dreams nightmares?
          	
          	Am I the only one who rid themselves of cares?
          	
          	Am I the only one who lost their childhood?
          	
          	Am I the only one who is the opposite of understood?
          	
          	Am I the only one who cuts themselves at night?
          	
          	Am I the only one who isn’t even close to alright?
          	
          	Am I the only one who is fascinated by death?
          	
          	Am I the only one who waists till the day of her last breath?
          	
          	…no…
          	
          	There are many of us in the depths of despair
          	
          	There are many of us whose issues we share
          	
          	There are many of us losing ourselves
          	
          	There are many of us with our hearts on the shelves
          	
          	…
          	
          	We would ask for help but we are to noble
          	
          	Living our lives very woeful
          	
          	Sitting alone as we cry all day
          	
          	We would ask for help but what would we say
          	
          	…
          	
          	So we will walk through life sad and sheltered
          	
          	Left with our emotions hot and sweltered
          	
          	Bottled inside and thrown to the ground
          	
          	…
          	
          	So this is a poem for those without that hand to hold
          	
          	A poem for those whose souls are sold
          	
          	A poem for anyone who is neglected
          	
          	A poem for anyone un..." http://wattpad.com/story/912866