Hey well i just started to write poems because it was a way for me to deal with my pain |
You all think you know the real her
But do you really...
Sorry i am not what you want me to be
I am not perfect...
You tell me that you trust me
I tell you that i trust you...
I'm sorry that i am not who you want me to be
I'm sorry that i am not a piece of clay that you...
Each day we are drifting further and further apart
We used to be like sisters...
...and everynight before i fall alseep i picture that boy in my head...and what it would be like with me in his arms... |
....and when he hugged me...my face lit up.... |
Maybe there is some light at the end of all this darkness! HAHAHA NO! GOD what was i thinking? |