*Telling You How I Feel*

Me and my sister wrote this! Please tell me what you think!
My blood runs cold and I’m only 16 years old
Why do you play the games you play
You make me wish I were gone every day I sit and wonder why
Maybe you just want me to die
Your love is not worth this pain
I wish I could live my life over again
So with a slit of my wrist it’s all over now
Well my pain is through
And in the end I still love you

By Abby Bears
Published: 6/29/2006		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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