The flowers
I thought the flowers ment something.
If they did, why am I sittnng here crying all alone without your arms around me.
Maybe he doesn't want to be with me. Does he want to leave me.
Is there someone else.
Burning acid
The tears on my chek feels like burning acid.
It melts a hole inside of me when people just walk pass me.
I'm here wating for someone to pic me up, but I know that the someone never will show up.
I want someone to stop the burning tears of running down my face.
I'm fragile, so fragile...
Why cant anyone see..
