Dear, me

15 years old and the world looks so cold.

Shes got scrapes on her knees and tears on hold.

3 more years tell she can be alone because thats all she really wants.

Its looks like the world is a newspaper in black in white

Like who likes her and who picked a fight?

She looks and the mirror and feels a wave of hate

everything about her feels so fake.

Reality feels like tourture

every day is the same.

They hate her and he doesn't even know her name.

Who wanted her to feel this way?

She wonders if there even happy.

My, my, look at the time not a second passed

when she wasn't there.