Right now people know me as... <br />What people think of me is... <br /> <br />i gave up caring about that years ago. <br />i gave up caring a few weeks ago, <br />my life is crap <br />i live each day within a pool of pain. <br />i write poems so i dont do anything harsh. <br /> <br />i read poems... <br />they do not make me feel better but i enjoy reading them <br /> <br />im thinking of quiting life <br />but i wont give up <br /> <br />others cant stop me <br />i cant stop me <br /> <br />i have a life, if i like it or not <br />i will make my life something to live for <br /> <br />others jugde me <br />my parents cant figrue me out... <br /> <br />i am on my own... <br />my friends cant understand unless they are me. <br /> <br />i cry a tear... <br />if one life can make a difference let that life be mine <br />i will use the pain from the past 16 years... and use it <br />use it <br />for the better <br />i will make my life better <br />or i will die trying <br />i will not QUIT<br /><br />Stacy Bea<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-134/
