This is Me
Trapped,
with no where too go.
Sad,
but can not cry.
Numb,
How i feel.
What i want,
too be different.
This is me,
music is my only reason too live.
Another poem written by a friend only this time it was written by my friend Stephanie
with no where too go.
Sad,
but can not cry.
Numb,
How i feel.
What i want,
too be different.
This is me,
music is my only reason too live.
Another poem written by a friend only this time it was written by my friend Stephanie