Sorrow
I want to die
just me just i
not a care in
the world not
a stare in sight
why is all i see
is my past relies
behind me
creeping all around
never knowing
when to slow
down
hopefully things
will get better
and if not I'll
make the best of
whats around.
Copyright © Brooke Mccurry | Year Posted 2005
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