Hanging On Poem by mona martinez

stuck figuring out what's right,
hanging on to one hell of a ride,
because if feels like you,
the only one that cares,
i can understand that it'syour life,
but, do you have any guilt?
of the way i feel everyday,
because you can say sorry,
but, can't do anything,
why am i here?
who really cares?
because of wht happened,
do anybody even see?
that i don't want to be here,
because i can't be me.

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4-21-09