Treasure Island

Gemma Nolan

(12/05/1990 / Lancashire)

I Feel


I feel like nobody needs me,
I feel like nobody cares,
I feel as though no-one would notice,
If one day I just wasn’t there.
I feel as though I’m trapped,
I feel deep down quite scared,
I feel as though no-one in this world,
Has ever really cared.
I feel like I’m all by myself,
I feel angry most of the time,
I feel I am desperate for some help;
Surely that can’t be a crime.
I feel like nobody wants me,
I feel so lonely inside,
I feel like dropping everything,
Just to run away and hide.

Submitted: Friday, September 07, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, April 05, 2011

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  • David Taylor (9/7/2007 5:47:00 PM)

    I feel what you are saying
    Your verse is very fine
    And one thing you can be sure of
    We need you and your rhyme. (Report) Reply

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