Thinking About It

June 15, 2010
By , montclair, CA
It's a typical friday night.
My parents are in another fight.
I always feel like running away.
And maybe not coming back one day.
No one will ever look for me.
Maybe I should leave the country.
I don't have anywhere to go.
No where to stay I'll have no home.
I will surely miss my good friends.
But I will see them from above at my end.

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musicsaves said...
Jul. 24, 2011 at 5:14 pm
Im sry that this poem isnt as good as the other ones
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