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by Rylee Mar 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
No one wants to look at me, No one want to really see, No one looks at me in awe, No one notices me at all. No one really understands, No one knows what I withstand, No one knows what I've been through, No one knows that I loved you. No one sees my early grave, No one saw that I flew away. Now I'm flying in the sky, Now I'm glad I chose to die..(I really don't want to die, I just wrote about it)
by Kyle
Wow this poem is so beautiful and sad....good job...5/5