Shaina Billy Poet I do not know?

My Life

I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it, I'm tired of it,
Everything that's happening in my life I don't like it one bit.

These things I'm talking about hurt me,
But nobody knows even though it's easy to see.

Everybody says when they try to cry they can't because all their tears have been 
cried,
Well it doesn't happen to me it makes me wonder if they lied.

Just when I think no more of my tears will pour,
I blink and then out will come some more.

The tears flood my room and my face,
 I'm going to drowned if I don't get out of this place.

Run, Run you can make it to the door,
Oh no it's to late I got caught up in my tears and I sank to the floor.

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Debbie Guzzi February 15, 2009 at 6:10 PM I was a crier too. I cried for many reasons. One of which was when I didn't know how to deal with those who hurt me without being like them. Don't stay near anything or anyone who makes you cry, as you said leave. Go to another room, go visit a friend, go stay with a kind family member. Hope you feel better. Debbie