Here I lay,
Where no one can see,
Until I shed a tear.
Just before I was going to give up
A hand helped me up.
I won't say who it was,
But I will never forget them.
I'll never hurt again,
Nor will I fall,
Because I know
Someone cares about me.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
PoesíaI've been writing since middle school as a way to convey how I felt. I've kept these in an old composition book that I still keep by me about 10 years later. I suppose it's time to share and hope maybe it will help someone out there.
