14 years old

just read my poem k?

14 years old, a loner girl
Sits alone, hates the world
Light brown hair, dyed pitch black
Walks alone, doesn’t look back

Piercing eyes, the coldest blue
Gives a stare that goes right through
Hides her face, behind her hair
Some believe there’s no face there

Wears all black, walks real slow
Hopes to become but a shadow
Wanders round like a ghost
Known by few, hated by most

She avoided people, people cause pain
Enjoys long walks out in the rain
No one sees the one lone tear
All her sobs no one hears

She sits alone, holding a knife
She’s contemplating taking her life
Nobody wants her, nobody cares
Sometimes this life’s too much to bear

She’s older now, happier too
She’s changed a lot, that much is true
She was the girl no one could see
She was 14 year old me