I don't understand
I don't know why
they stare ever so coldly,
All the older people and tall ones
they are the ones with hateful eyes,
Oh hateful eyes, that pierce my very soul
and breaks me to tears.
I am alone
no one will care
if I go...
if I stay...
or if I just die away
I know no father or mother
I want them here though
and if you can hear my heart's cry,
please I want you near
or maybe perhaps,
if someone will just love me.
My only friend,
the one who loves me,
is this swing.
It listens,
it never laughs or glares,
it only truly loves.
But I want a living true friend
someone to say, 'I'll play,'
or 'Are you okay?'
I can't fight this feeling alone
this feeling of disgust, unwant
I want someone to be there
to carry me through
to laugh with
talk with
cry with
and love,
That is my true heart's cry
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