Crying, by Vanessa Subscribe to rss feed for Vanessa 

I feel like a brat complaining about my life
when so many people don't have a home
but i can't help it; i feel so lost
i need somebody to talk to; i feel so alone

my head is throbbing
i can't stop crying
my eyes are sweeling up
i wish this was a bad dream and that i could just wake up
Posted: 2007-08-31 02:42:08 UTC
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2007-10-16 13:22:57chazz
this is so sad... nice though... i esp like the first part..

2008-01-23 14:30:13chazz
i feel your poem. i think we all feel like that sometimes...