Pour my heart onto the page,
black blood and lasting tears,
Im showing you my rage,
my torture, my sadness, my fears.
And you just cast it all aside,
tell me I'm not good enough,
making me want to just hide,
you dont see that my skin is thin, my heart no longer tough.
I hate you for doing this to me,
I think Ive had enough
From your judgement i will me free,
when I give myself up to you,
and I've finally had enough.

**I know this isnt a great poem, so can you just tell me what I could do to
make it better instead of telling me that im a piece of shit**
 
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