Hanging On
stuck figuring out what's right,
hanging on to one hell of a ride,
because if feels like you,
the only one that cares,
i can understand that it'syour life,
but, do you have any guilt?
of the way i feel everyday,
because you can say sorry,
but, can't do anything,
why am i here?
who really cares?
because of wht happened,
do anybody even see?
that i don't want to be here,
because i can't be me.
Copyright © 2009
4-21-09
poem by Mona Martinez
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
