I Still Need My Crying Shoulder! ! Poem by Michelle Guza

even though im getting older,
i still need a crying shoulder,
as the days go by,
i just want to give up and die,
but you help me threw,
just like you always do,
i fall apart only to end up in dryed up tears,
trying to hide all my haunting fears,
nothing will take them away,
only becouse thay are here to stay,
i cant handle the pain,
but on my porch in the pouring rain,
i never know that any one ever felt like thay could not rise,
but then on the pourch something made me realize,
as the tears feel from both of our eyes,
she was the only one that ever really understood
when everyone said that thay did,
she knew right on point what i feel,
she knows the real deal,
even when my best friend coudnt,
if it matters...well wait it doesnt,
it doesnt matter how i get my self into these probl; ems,
you always get me out,
and if i think it wont work you show me another route,
you said i looked as if i didnt need my big sister any more,
well in case i can hide it so it wont show threw,
i still do 'always and for ever'
even as i get older,
i still will need me cring shoulder! ! !