Pride\ Poem by Desiree Whitamore

im aching for attention
im searching for some love
im really getting older
you make my heart light up
im counting down the seconds
as time moves by so slow
im hurting and i like it.
im falling down, i know.
with only minutes left
i feel that i will crash
and its made up of tiny words
to abuse the voice i lack
theres such a little thing
called: im made up of pride
but i cant be watched
till you make up your mind.