This poem was written by Rachel M and Shanea, that's me.

I would like to say that we are neither Goth nor do I cut my wrists.

I haven't finished it yet and I'm stuck

Help anyone!


He shouldn't be worth my time

He shouldn't be worth this pain

This is not a simple rhyme

My life is not a love game

I've spent to long crying

And too long wishing

Behind these blood shot eyes

My soul lies wilting

I have no wish to die

But no will to live

I have nothing more to offer,

Nothing left to give

Apologies will go unanswered

Forgiven he will be not

He's left me with sorrow

Felling lonely and Distraught

Trust no longer exists

With promises broken

Let the blood flow from wrists