Shooting Stars Fall. - Poem by Gemma Astbury
i could never love completly,
because im hurt and broken so deeply.
i can never let them see me cry,
i can never be happy although i try.
i feel so trapped,
inside this hollow shell,
everydays a chore living in this hell.
so caught up,
in there expectations of me,
im not good for anything,
youve made me see.
i spend everyday wishing,
i was somewhere else,
i wish i could be who i want to be,
instead i wish i wasnt me.
im so fed up of crying myself to sleep,
when i just want a dream to keep,
because wishing on stars,
doesnt get you far
when shooting stars always fall.
im so fed up of being used and left alone,
please just take me home,
theres no-where i feel,
like im really me,
cos im unloved,
no love for me.
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