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by michelle Oct 24, 2005 category : Life, society / about society
These years have been so painful, sometimes its hard to think, i sit,i glance,i reminisce, a tear drop falling as i blink. The strain upon my shoulders, the look deep in my eyes, sorry will never be enough, for your constant hurt and lies. No one should have to face each day, so scared and all alone, no one there to help them. to scared to pick up the phone. My crying echoed each night, my pillow my only friend, no one will ever ease my pain, no i shall never mend. Of coarse,i carried on each day, as tho things were OK, no one to see my suffering, just left alone to pray. So let this be an Oman, for those out there still crying, don\'t believe there antics, cause most of them are lieing. Don\'t be afraid to face the bullies, that haunt us everyday, cause you can be that person, to tell them to go away.