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by Hayley Marie Jun 12, 2005 category : Friendship, family / family
Sitting here on my bed, Things are whirling in my head, I really don’t like this feeling, Knowing I may never be healing. I have so much anger for my father, So much hate for my sister, So much distance from my mother, I really don’t know why I bother. Why do I bother to be here?! When I know, no-one is near, I’m over and done with being a mug, Please someone!! I really need a hug! I have my boy, His company, I enjoy, In his eyes, I see a light, That’s how I know, things are alright. My friends I’m losing, I was the one, they were using! I have some close friends, They are what I call “Godsends†I’m now here in my new flat, Here on my new bed, I am now sat, I’m feeling really really alone, But I have to get used to it! This is my home. *Depression*Is*An*Illness* © *i have recently moved into my aunties flat. I just had to get away...*
by Marjan
this is wonderful. beautiful. incredible. I don't know what to say anymore. I LOVE YOUR POEMS and YOU. love you so much, marjan