-Anonymous

I'd like to be someone's friend
If only I could pretend
But some people scare me so often
I rather lay in a coffin.

One minute I'm a free spirit
The next I can't seem to bare it
I laugh at almost everything
Then cry over anything.

I have life growing inside my womb,
But have thoughts of it in a tomb
I'm constantly dreaming of hurting my child.
I'm constantly wondering why I'm so hostile.