by Christina Marie True
Worry about myself you say?
What's the point in doing that anyways…
We find ourselves fighting every day,
For the people who just push us away.
We think we find the cure for our pain,
But it just makes you look like you're insane.
Your friends and peers look so giddy and happy,
But you mope around being all sappy.
You beg for all the sad times to be gone,
On your knees praying for dawn.
The night has disappeared,
The darkness out of mind.
You see something bright,
And the daylight comes in, all nice and kind
Last updated February 23, 2015