Give a second glance…
Try and give me a chance
 
When I first came to this place I was nevi..
I though I could never find one as Me..

And with all the tears I cried..
I may have slowly died..

But do not turn away form me..
Because of my frailty..

I was labeled gothic..
And so that is what I came to be..

With all the time in such a small town..
I never imagined all those like me I know now..

My poems speak of cutting and suicide..
Because that was how I felt inside..

Thrown down the stairs because of what I believe..
No one wanted to give me a chance to stand to be..

To all those who read the words I once wrote..
I want to tell you this small quote..

“ I once was lost in my self, and could not find a reason to be.
My writing is what saved me. I once was a cutter, but have for
Some time ceased to be.. Perhaps some day I will again. Only gods know.
But finding this place, though this may sound strange, has shown to me.
There are others out there just like me.”

Please for give me if I have offended any one,
For this was not my intention…

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