Untiled

by angel becca   May 6, 2005


Siting alone in my room once can Herring things things only i can here i ask for help but know ones there it feels as if I'm living one big liein a place a world all of my own what am i going to to how am i suppose ti live in a place ware know one can help me scad upset and not knowing what to do why is this coming back to me i thought this was over i thought that they were gone but there not the voices are back in my head again help me get out of this evil place out of the dark hole that i live in help me someone plse do something

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