I cried out for help before, no one seemed to care. They all just ignored me. I am hurting so much inside and ask for understanding, yet no one understands. The girl that left me said she will always love me, yet she now hates me. They say they are so eager to help me, yet my friends never say thank you or bother asking me what i want or what i feel. I asked the world in a poem to help me, Yet Everyone just BLOWS IT OFF. Am i not flesh and bone. am i not seen.<p> So i write posibly my very last verse I write it on this day. I write my last cry for help. And see what people have to say. I will know Two days from now of the heart the world has. I will know all too much and the secret i will be unable to pass<p> So i will go to work and work real hard. My fellow workers, not knowing how i have been scarred. I will view my responces for the next two days. and see all the mean world in its mean little ways.
Reason for writing:
You figure it out.
Birth sign: Cancer
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