In My Own World, nothing goes wrong
In My Own World, everyone is strong
Families are together, friends never fight..... and everything is always bright!!
But when I come back, back from My Own World, I'm stuck in a broken home, with a broken heart and no one to pick me up and take me back to the start.
Its like a race, where I'm stuck in the middle, its too hard to help me... to much of a fiddle. Where are my friends, where is the love, and why aren't you helping, Father God above?
I can't take much more, my heart is hurt, its broken, and its lying on the floor. Someone please help, come pick me up, and fix my world and make it perfect again.
Or carry me to the very end.
Love me and care for me, right until the end...
Thanks for taking the time to read this. This isn't much of a poem, but its what I'm feeling inside at the moment, and I can't change it. Please send comments!
