in a dark room
well u sitting there in a dark room all bye your self thinking about what go's on in the world and what is going to happned to your family yo friends are u just thinking why god put u in this world are why he made u the way u are yell you feel sad and hurt you think do people relly love me for me dam do people evern care about me are they just useing me dam are guys relly going to love me are they just gon use me for sex you be like dam should i have a baby are should i do drugs well i guess i should just be my self yell i cry my self to sleep at late at night thinking why me im doing good i love every body i care about people i just lay there keep the pain deep down in side of me its so much that go's on in my life dam i did't know i had sex for money i thourg i did it for love u feel like u been played like they use u your hold life but u will never give up now its time for me to lave the dark room and never go back in that dark room the endA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
mswillasm09’s Poems (1)
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