Sitting here crying
lonely and dieing...

**this poem is confusing if you don't pay...
I look into the thing that is made of glass...

Will you ever stop loving me for who i am?
will you ever stop caring about how I've been...

Some people come into my life
then quietly they go...

They hit
They hurt...

Sometimes i think
'I want to die...

She hates this so much
She just wants to cry...

I know he doesn't love me
I know he says he does...

Lost and lonley
tired and poor...

I told you a secret
i expected you to keep...