by Stephanie Oct 21, 2005
category :
Dark, fantasy /
unexplained
I'm the shoulder they cry on, I'm the person they call, when their lives get screwed up I'm there when they fall. But do i ever get shown compassion or love? No, cause they're all to busy with themselves to even try; Try to hold my hand. So I sit here alone tears streaming down my face, with nothing left in my soul i slit my throat and die alone |
by SSSAAMMMYY
Nice poem! I love it! Keep up the GREAT work! |
by kkly
Dont do that... |
by fernando
I like it its very well written |
Thats sad. I feel you on that one. keep up the good work |