Sun, 10/25/2015 - 16:57 -- Luna725

Suicidal tendencies 

I am...

Anxiety in its worst possible state

I'm something a mother would hate to see

Quiet little petite lone black sheep

I am...

This world's nuttiest nut case, no debate

The one you speak to but our eyes do not meet

I wonder in this world, what is left for me?

i am...

Searching for a path

Empty pockets, rich peers laugh

Yet I know, I am...

The suicidal weak sheep no mo

The sky is my shepherd, my brain is my road 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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