Well i love writing poems.. |
I don't know what is wrong with my dad,
why does he make all the people around him sad...
She hates her life and just wants to get away,
But she has no choice and is forced to stay...
When you look at me,
what do you see...
She hates herself,
more than she hates anyone else...
Love is a game we all play,
a game where someone gets hurt with no delay...