read my poem

BARELY ALIVE

with tear stained

cheeks,

blood stained

hands,

which makes it hard to even stand.

a ripped

shirt

and a broken

heart

i'm even torn inside

i may be sad

but i'm still...

just barely

ALIVE. 

i'm so tired
of walking by him
and wanting to go up to him
then smack him then
tell him to stop being stupid
then kiss him
because i love him so so so much
and i'm just tired
and uuuhhhh
i don't know
i love him

uuuhhh
life is just
bla.................

as of now 1:16 in the morning i am 16 years old
yay to me
happy motherfucking birthday to me
no boyfriend
sucky job
not many friends
and i am at my house on my 16th birthday
and not out partying like most people are
on a friday night and on their birthday
wooohoo

love ya all
tata

i dont understand how you can tell someone you love them and then less than a month later, two days befor their birthday, break up with them over a petty fight. i hate everything about him but i still love him and i dont know what to do 

i know that i have been saying im ok and happy well i lied im fucking miserable  he had broked my heart in to to many peaces to count or to be put back together. it wasnt my decision to break up i dont want anyone but him

some one please help me im getting depressed again and i just want to die

thanks to my great friends and my mom and dad i will be ok
thanks gloria, lexi, misha, tara, and everyone for helping me see that i will survive
i love you all and thanks

me and jimmy broke up
and i'm miserable.......................

life sucks

wow
i have a pretty good life
i'm really happy though
i'am in love and crazy happy
who else is in love?

well bye bye

EDIT << oh bye the way my birthday is in
15 days(the 27th)

i will finally be 16 >>>