this is a poem i posted a while ago i made it longer and edited it to make it better !critisicum is welcome

she walks down the long highway
feeling her scars threw her sleeves
her sleeves ,are her protection
protecting her from people
who would " feel" her pain and feel sorry for her
like they would ever know the pain she feels inside
only she can explain why she hides away each night
in the bathroom with the same razorblade
the carpet shows stains of all her lonley and painful nights
even around thousends of people she would still be alone
her problems where to many to name
her pain to tragic to tame
life had done her wrong
she tried to forget and maybe even forgive
but how could she
let go of all the pain at once
her burning hate
begain to eat away at her soul
bringing her to a death of sorrow
she wasnt a stranger to hurt
and this last cut would be the last hurt
as the razorblade hit the floor
the water filled in sink burned red
and she lay limp on the bathroom floor
finally at peace

I like it! U alwayz write things that people can relate 2!

it's sooo good and it's very deep. i really like it

thanx both of you :)

any one else ? plz i think it has room for inprovment