April 5, 2010
Quietly waiting,
wandering slowly,
but inside I'm
dying. I
never thought
this would happen.
It will never
go away.
I can't run
away from
this felling. I am
left to sit
and cry 'till I
run out, but this
felling is still
No matter
how much I want
someone to hold me
and tell me,
"I love you."
No one talks to
me, afraid that
I am the bad one,
that I am messed up,
or crazy. But really,
if they looked
deep enough
into my eyes, they might
see that I'm not
crazy. Just...


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