Cierrah Brown

Cierra - Poem by Cierrah Brown

theres a line of people waiting,
i dont know what there saying,
but i know im singled out,
because no single indivdual,
knew how i felt,
and i cry,
everydays different but the same,
and i could feel you once,
before you drift away,
and im tired,
of wondering why,
im the only person to cry,
its not fair,
to cut my wrists and black my eyes,
because your the only,
one who cared,
and there's so much else to say,
but im tired,
and so drained away,
im sorry,
i couldnt be there first,
at least your without no more pain,
and your without my hurt,
i know your sorry,
but why cant i feel,
your so far away but yet your so real,
and i remembered december,
on my 12: 00 crashing holiday

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 6, 2010

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