THEY ALL THINK...

I HAVE TONS OF FRIENDS I COULD WALK DOWN THE HALL AND SAY HI TO THEM THEY KNOW IM THE BLACK NAILED RED HAIR BLACK EYE SHADOW IT GOES ON WITH THE BLACK BUT STILL I HAVE PEOLE ON MY BACK. BUT I HAVE SIX CLOSEST FRIENDS THAT KNOW WAT I AM IM THE FREAK/EMO I GOT GANGSTER FRIENDS WHEN IM A "SK8R GURL" BUT WAT THEY ALL DONT KNOW IS THAT AT HOME I FEEL SAD ALONE FORGOTTEN EVEN THOUGH I GOT MY LIL' BROTHER MOM DAD AND MY BABY PUPPY BONES. WAT THE SKOOL PEOPLE DONT KNOW IS THAT WHEN IM ALONE I PLACE THE BLADE ON MY WRIST AND SLICE TEN SOMETIMES TWENTY SLASHES THE BLOOD POURING DOWN MY HAND BUT I KNOW THAT ITS NOT BAD CUZ IF IT IS I WOULD FEEL DARKNESS CLOSING IN. SKOOL IS WERE I FAKE HOME IS MY OWN DARKEND CORNNER. WHY? U ASK IF I GOT LUVING PEOPLE AROUND ME. IN MY HEAD I KNOW I HAVE LUVING POEPLE WITH ME BUT IN MY HEART I FEEL ALONE SAD FORGOTTEN LEFT TO DIE.

I KNOW THIS MIGHT NOT BE A POEM AND MORE LIKE A DIARY INTERY BUT ITS HOW I FEEL MOST OF THE TIME LIKE I FEEL NOW   T_T