A Fake Life

This is how I feel about my life (age 12)…short poem...
With knives implanted in my heart
With my life fake in every part
I use pain to make me strong
I use an excuse that is wrong
My wrists bleed and stain my past
My happiness being fake and vast
I let them bleed and let the pain grow
I let this happen with no one else to know
My life is broken sad and torn
My death won’t hurt as bad as a thorn
I’ll pass this life with all it’s glum
I’ll leave this life my body numb
   By Nikki Wheidt
Published: 5/17/2007
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