sitting on the plane not knowing what to write
this feeling really bites
i could write about dieing
its in my head my thoughts im not dening
write about my mom
how sense she has left lifes a bomb
but then ill start to cry
and still want to die
cant write about happyness
you cant write about that when your lifes a mess
everything i would write about
you would try and doubt
it sucks to feel this way
living life day by day
nothing left to say
i wrote about nothing
thats what i am im nothign but a broken lil girl
trying to find a way out of this world
good poem