At My Weakest Poem by M.J. Henderson

At My Weakest



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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Shadow Girl 02 August 2011

short but heartfelt - al llittle gem well done! SG

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