as i lay their <br />tears rolling down my face <br />they just stand there 'pointing and laughing <br />calling me a freak <br />so i pull out my blade <br />and press it to my wrist <br />then i dropp it <br />i remember you <br />and the promise i made <br />then i started thinking <br />is it worth losing you<br /><br />Jc. Verro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/promises-23/
