Really Here
When will it be my turn.,to have a living life? Sometimes i sit and wonder, if it will
be when i die...everyday i sit here, sad and all alone...as everyone i care about,
SIMPLY JUST GOES ON!
Have they just forgotten ME!, I AM REALLY HERE....!Do they even notice that I cry
so many tears? I wish I really knew this,why my breaths always at risk..,when all
it is ,i want or need, simply is just this......
Just to talk, or play a game, a minute of your time...I miss living LIFE so much,
and being LEFT BEHIND...
Am I just a burden,or simply in tier way?,I hope and pray they never find
themselves JUST like me someday!!!!!!
Copyright © Cynthia Wilson | Year Posted 2006
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