mam cries,
dad shouts,
brother moans,
sister hides,
dog barks,
cat meows,
paremedics are coming and they'll always be coming cos i wont stop cutting my wrists.
Doctors patronize,
nurses tut,
people criticize,
kids stare,
police investigate,
teachers nag,
Friends worry,
social workers came, they've came to take me away cos I didn't stop cutting my wrists.
I hoped te like this poem even though it doesn't rhyme.
It still needs loving just like te and I.
