My Poem.

I took this poem into a café today It was crumbled from sitting on a bus Wet from falling in a puddle Smeared from sweating. I walked into the café and people listened to my words But no one heard what I had to say. I took this poem to my bestfriend today. It was smashed from my fist Ripped from my nails Torn from my book They looked at me and told me to leave. I read this poem to God today It was worn from a hard life Red from blood stains Soaked from tears He asked me why I took my life to read this to him. I told him he was the only one who tried to understand.