Into a corner I run and hide
I yearn to wipe these memories away
I cry about it every day
Why does life have to be so cruel?
[b/c] crying just makes me feel like a fool.
The blue sky turns to gray
why do these feelings have to stay?
I only have the will to die
these memories are the reason why.
I crouch down lower as I hide my pain
Please oh please can you help me?
My only plea is to be set free.
Skye Masen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-only-plea/
