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

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

Lost and lonley
tired and poor...

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

Sometimes i think
'I want to die...

Sitting here crying
lonely and dieing...

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

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

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

They hit
They hurt...