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If only you werent so blinded,
As to see the tears and scars across me,
I speak my mind to you,
Though to you its still nothing.

I scream at your face,
Because I have no other option,
I tried it all,
Though it was still nothing to you!

If I bled on the street,
If I jumped off a building,
If I hung myself from the trees above,
I would die.

Though it would be little to nothing to you.

You have a lover,
You have a kisser,
You have someone to hold you.

Though for everyone else,
There just a piece of trash next to you.

Im glad you have a lover,
I wouldnt have it any other way,
Though to ignore me and push me away.

What the hell did I do so wrong?
I liked to hang around you?
Cant you see why I yell,
Its because you rather trash me for some thirteen-year old,
Im here I listened to you even some advice!

Though thats bs to you!

So compare me to your friends you knew for two years,
You never fought,
So what!

They havent had the time to hold a bond like me and you!

I tell you the root of evil,
Yet you water and shine down on it,
Instead of rip that nasty weed up!

So if your to blind to know,
What your sorry for,
I hope you read this poem of my rage!

We spend time yes we do!
Yet you ignore what I share,
I give you encouragement to feed on,
Even some advice that you insist.

I hope you will be the one that looks at me.

Damn how could I be such an a**?