My Dear Poem by Heart of Ice Die Die Die

My dear,
I feel like dying.
Will you please kill me?
Why let me suffer,
no one wants me here.
Out the door I was thrown
And you only watched.
You claim
nothing could have changed.
But it's a lie
you know.
You could have saved me.
I might still be hapy
and my smile more
than a shadow.
So dead inside
and so scared.
But no one cares.
The emo in the corner
just trying not to cry.
Dreaming of cat scratches
trying to hold on
to the life she doesn't want.
A tear falls
and another
and another.
And nothing changes.

Feb.-4-10