Talk:Hey, whats up?/@comment-5898104-20140222060303

Here's a poem..,

To you it's a scratch. To them it's a mark of misery. Just a little sweater huh? That sweater is a cover up. They're drama Kings/queens? You make it worse. You kill them. You call them fat? And they eat from a trove? They cut and hang, Then send themselves to the angels above. Why, why, and why? Not just a cry, but a painful sob.