I'm all alone
But everyone thinks I'm fine
I have no one to talk to
No friends to call mine
I don't like it this way
But I guess I'll deal
It hurts so bad
But I can learn not to feel
Preps always stare
Like “what a freak”
They Don't know that at night
My eyes they leak
I want to kill myself
For no one would know
I wouldn't have to feel
So very very low
Thats it! Its over
My pointless life
Everything is over
Including this strife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm gonna tell ya wow with this one, Karina! But listen hun, NO ONE is a FREAK. The freaky people you worry about may be more like your parents than yourself, don't ya think? I hope you do. I do. Shane