Tis Them I Really Need! ! * Poem by Becky Ginn

Breathing hurts,
I'm sitting like a statue,
My body ghostly pale,
I just wanna scream,
Let out a huge wail.
My feelings are locked in my heart,
and they've thrown away the key,
so now all i see for the rest of my life,
is tears and misery,
it hurts when i breathe,
it hurts when i cry,
i dont wanna live, but i dont wanna die!
i wanna be happy, you know i've tried,
but stuff like that just runs and hides,
I'll keep on trying untill i succed,
My friends are my oxygen supply, its them i really need.