Wednesday, July 13, 2005
2 seats away.Emptiness, the feeling,my heart will hold.
Like a pail without water,a house without a soul.
This is a poem writing of my pain,
a person living this life in vain.
I'm your son hiding my depression,
your brother making a good impression.
I'm your friend looking like i'm fine,
but a wisher wishing life now weren't mine.
I am a boy who wants to fly,
a teenager pushing tears aside.
I'm a student who doesn't have a clue,
your good friend who wants to sit next to you.
I'm the one asking you to care,
your best friend hoping you'll be there...
time and again things HAVE to turn out this way.
benny. on 5:07 PM