No good influences.
Everyday I cry myself to sleep.
Everyday I can't speak.
Everyday I'm yelled at and bullied.
Everyday.
YOU ARE READING
Gone and Still Saying Goodbye
PoetryA poem I wrote in seventh grade about a girl who has been left constantly by people whom she used to love. She's afraid it won't stop and is growing to realize she doesn't know who she is anymore.
