Ok this is a new poem I wrote everyone tell me what you think pleaseee......







My life is falling apart
how many days a week must I cry?
Six? All seven?
The jobs are gone
the parents are splitting
brothers are moving on
while the sister considers college, but,
I, I cry.
I, I am lonely. Tired. Sick. Bored.
I have nothing and no one.
"They", in the world, are happy,
but, I,
am broken and brokedown.
I want to, I need to
run away and get away
from the pain and stress
the hate and rage.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Will I ever know?