please write somthing to me, i very alone right now


i can't help,i can't help,i can't help my self

Nobody wants to speaks with me
i wrote a million sms,
noone saw,
i called them all,
noone heard,
or wanted to hear,
i cant tell the differense anymore.

You know,
i can't help that i'm crying,
i can't help that i'm confused,
i can't help that i lock the bathroom door
and try to find a reason for it all
in the sapphire blue bags under my eyes.

that's just my generation way of living, i guess




Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2007-05-06 at 23:53

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