This is not a poem this is about how i cant find...

Sinking fast
Gasping for air...

Why does it have to be me
To go though this...

People walk right by me,
They don’t give the slightest glance...

Once was here
now is gone...

Hate is the enemy my heart does not want
to surrender to...

If only it were so simple,
to cruise through life smelling roses...

If only the world could see what I feel
then, would the world, know who I am...

Since the start of the morning ;
to the dead of night...

I met you at the dawning of a new day
I really did not know just what to say...

Its not a poem, me and my best friend havent been...
thanx...

I looked outside today,
and there was rain...