I act like I'm fine.
But I'm not.
I need someone to comfort me.
In thus lonely world.
But I don't have anyone.
No one.
All alone.
Just me.
I act like I'm happy.
Like I'm listening.
But I'm not.
No one knows.
Knows my life.
I wish someone knew.
I wish I could talk to someone.
But that's the thing.
I don't have anyone who will listen.
She talked to me yesterday.
She was on here.
I hope her the best.
But I wish she were here.
But she isn't.
That's what left out.
'We miss you'.
People don't know how true that is.
STAI LEGGENDO
My Feelings Of Poetry
PoesiaI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
