i did my essay, and got it in on time. c'mon! i dnt hav nethin 2 rite 2day so im gna copy a cupplv my poems on2 here, dno y, but it fills up sm space. mostv them wont make much sense cos im not muchv a poet and they r al relevant 2 things in t past not now. but hey here goes. How can you know what it is like to betray yourself? To give in to the thing you despise And not despise yourself for it. ‘It was just a mistake’ They say ‘Try to forgive yourself for it’ But you can’t, Because you know that what you did was completely deliberate And now impossible to erase. Tearing through flesh where before you had coated others with armour, Even against their will Crying and screaming where before you had blocked others’ tears and gagged their quietest murmurs Taking for advantage that they will give you sympathy Because you had once given it to them Expecting them to stand by you Even though you once abandoned them Betrayal, Hate, Pain, fear, despair The worst emotions and the ones you cannot escape There she sits, no one sees her, They hear her murmur but do not care. No one sees how she bleeds and cries, Her soul battered and bare. And she knows she has not just cried, She has torn her own flesh and ripped out her hair. But still they walk past; they do not see her, No, they just do not care. She always takes it out on herself, Her arms and legs now coated in scars. And no one has noticed this lost lonely girl With soul battered and bare. Again and again she picks up the blade Again and again No one knows why. She doesn’t know that what she is doing is wrong She can’t see through her tearful eyes. Her thoughts concealed inside her head No-one knows the sound of her voice Her best friend is the blood she pours each day Battered and bare not by her own choice. that 1 i actually rote as partv an english project...but i quite liked it anyway. thatl do 4 t poems, theyr pretty crap but please tel me wot u think neway xHUGx