Why
Crying,
Sobbing,
Laying face down on my bed,
My head drove into my pillow,
Trying to drownout the sound of my own cries.
Not wanting anyone to hear me,
Not even myself,
Waiting,
Wondering,
When shall the last tear fall,
Hoping that this will be over soon,
That I won't have to deal with this much longer.
Red cheeked,
Running nose,
Light streams running down my face,
Hoping for the best,
Thinking of the worst,
Why do I have to go through this?
When shall it be over or shall I make it over.
Copyright © Brooke Mcalpine | Year Posted 2005
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