Who Am I
lost, so lost in depression,
use to rejections,
stomped on like nothing,
forgotten like a thrown away napkin.
un noticed, miss treated, unloved.
Apart of me is missing, the other taken,
with nothing left to show
Darkness has becomes my obsection.
Punished on a daily bases.
Can't seem to find my self,
Affaid to be me honestly.
Only if they could see,
Only if they know
what i go through
what its like to be me
the lost,cold lonely one
in the street.....
Copyright © Chelsey Moore | Year Posted 2011
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