M.J. Henderson


At My Weakest - Poem by M.J. Henderson

Im at my weakest when im curled up in a ball,
under my blankets,
clutching my teddy and finally when i cry myself to sleep.
How can you call me your friend when im such a dry baby?
I don’t deserve you at times.

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  • Rookie Shadow Girl (8/2/2011 6:54:00 AM)

    short but heartfelt - al llittle gem well done! SG (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 31, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, August 1, 2011


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