or sign in with e-mail
by miranda miller Sep 26, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / other
This is to my friends at school To the kids who think they're way to cool To the child who cries all alone To the teachers with the harshest tone For my parents and their new lives For my father and his messed up wifes This is for my body's precious healing For my hands and others meaningless stealing For my therapists having to listen my way When all they see is a fat payday For the screwed up drugs with no name For no reason why they came For you choosing to read my worthless rhyme I'm sorry it took you worth while time I know only one knows my childhood tale But they all know I'm weak and pale They want to know what happened to me I'm not who i was suppose to be I'm suppose to be a beautiful young girl The one who has gorgeous dresses to twirl Now I'm some worthless, broken thump Who lies in her old clubhouse in a lump I'm sorry to the boy who actually loved me I'm sorry hes the lock and I'm the key I'm sorry it wont work out For my head is filled with worrying doubt