POETRY IS THE MUSIC OF THE SOUL


Oct 29, 2010

closet

I just wanna curl up in a ball
Locked in my closet againt a wall
I never want to come out again
Im sick of all this pain
No one understands me here
But theres no escape I fear
For im stuck in this hell
Because I fell in love
If im suppose to be happy
then why do i feel so crappy?

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