I thought i had it all done, but i was wrong. Setting there at home thinking about what i have done. The only thing I can think of was how i could of treated hem that way, If only I would go away. I set here on my bed, looking at some pictures then i thikn to myself, 'will he give me another chance? ' At night i cry while time goes by........and he never calls me. I now know i'm to weak to put up with hem and i feel bleaker everyday. I wish this fight would stop or i might dropp my life away.
Kelsey Baker
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