if you dont know me.
then dont label me.
if you love me
then dont call me a slut or a whore! or i will show your ass the door!
this poem may not make sense
but this is how i feel.
im a poet writing of her pain so the pain can heal.
then i dont have to go through all this bullshit that i have to deal with.
but no one has a clue this poem. may not be in order then go fetch. yourself
a quater.
this peom may sound lame.
but to all of you its probaly a game.
i cut myself with a knife, because im so ashamed of my life.
and you will see why im mean.
im going to go now because its late, and i dont know how much longer im
going to hold onto my fate!!

{[this was how i was feeling and i needed to let it out! Im sry if it doesnt
make any sense but l was feeling really low that nite]}
 
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