You acted as if you never cared
I was the last thing on your mind.
My grades had slipped and kept going down,
But you couldnt see. You were too blind.

My cries for attention kept getting worse
Cuts appeared deep on my arm,
But you were too bust to notice
So i gave up and lost my charm.

I finally gave up and packed my bags.
I climbed out my window, and left a note on the bed.
But im sure they wouldnt care to read it
They wouldnt care if i was dead.


tell me what u think!

It sucked. Don't try writing again. Ever.

ignore her. Its ok.......the flow of it was different on ever line but otherwise its cool. A poem doesn't have to rhyme and you know that and thats cool.......keep going practice makes perfect

well i wouldn't say practice make *perfect*...lets just say practice makes it better....it was good...keep writing