I never claim to be a great writer because I know I'm not but when my friends aren't around, this is my way to release negative thoughts. If you like it thank you and if you don't, cry me a river, build a bridge and get over it.
Alone, all alone. No knock at my door, or call of my name
I sit here as i do every day wishing, praying. For someone, something. simple things that everyone has......except me. I dnt think G-d can hear me. i dnt think he cares.
But he's all I got left. why wnt he help me?
Yes Ive done wrong. Ive been a hypocrite for so long and im sorry
I try to change.......so hard but i always come up short and im sorry
I am stuck. While everyone i kno is passing me by, im here, on my broken bed, bleeding out my broken heart through blue ink........alone