Selina Pal


I which my friend dieing
that little more each day
I see them crying
not known what to say
if you didn't know them
you'll say there happy
the fake smiles and all they lies
that people can't see behide
it kills me to see them cry
it makes me want to die
but I'll strat stong
coz' I'll to one they lean on
I'm there support,
there shield,
there armour
but each blow I that
each time i save them
makes me weaker
makes me smaller
leaves a scar
leaves me broken
to heal on my own

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 7, 2010

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