This is my first poem I have ever written and it means something more to me that just a poem. My parents divorced when I was 4 because of drugs and because my older brother and I were taken away from them. My father is dead now, he was murdered 8 months ago. The woman who killed him isn't in jail. We have yet to go to the cops and file a real report and take her to court. I cut myself now because I hate my life so freaking much. I'm 13.
I try to forget the pain.
I try to ignore the sting in my eyes,
because I know, a strong girl never cries.
I begin to run, run from my fears.
But I am followed by my ever present tears.
I want to leave these familiar places,
leave behind all of these frequent faces.
But where will I go?
What will I do?
All I know is I have to get far away from you.
But something keeps me here,
crying one last tear.