I hate to feel that I wasn't good enough to make...
I just want to feel like i matter
to you...
As the days go by and by
I think of my mistake...
I miss our silly nicknames
I miss our friday nights...
Speak to me
So I can understand your thoughts...
Going through the motions,
Of yet another day...
Are there any real friends left out there?
Any of them at all...
Someone i cared about just dissapeared.. -mellyboo
painful feelings i cant avoid...
This poem i write is filled with hurt,
My heart is broken and ripped like shirts...
Alone is what I am.
Being forgotten is what I sense...
Broken pieces of a watch that never told time
Remind me of the days when time stood still...
They're all talkin
commentin about u...