Sometimes I wonder...
Who am I?
What's my purpose?
Where do I go?
What should I do?
But never got an answer.
Sometimes I just want to cry and cry; just keep crying until I can't no more.
I feel as if I lost my way.
There's no escape for me. The doors have closed on me the windows are shut.
I'm in that dark room alone weeping day and night to get out... But nobody hears me.
I feel crazy and fucked up.
Why does this feeling always over power me when I feel low.
I'm so sad and alone, why don't somebody try to reach out to me?
What is it with these bloody people?
Are you ashamed?
Embarrassed that others may judge?
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Non-FictionPoems..... About love, family hate. This book consists of poems. I've been writing from I was 9years old.
