I cry myself to sleep,
It happens every night.
Same thing everyday.
What a boring life for me.
Every friday or saturday night
I sit home cring while everyone
Is out having fun. Sometimes I
Wish I could be like them and that
I could go to those places. And I know
That I can, its just that I don\\\'t.
And I always ask myself why,
And for my answer all I do
Is cry.
*note sure why I wrote this poem. Prob bcuz I was bored at 2:45 am. lol. Plz rate and comment*
