Each day i travel throu the dark wasteland of my life.
Forever waiting forever hopeing that one day i will find love.
...
A silent tear streaks my face
A tear falls to the ground and is gone in an instant
no one noticed
no one knew
...
I am 14. I am in 9th grade.)
Hello
Each day i travel throu the dark wasteland of my life.
Forever waiting forever hopeing that one day i will find love.
Untell then i stare hopefully at each passing mirrage.
Maybe its real maybe, its realy real and the pain is over.
I am pitifull i should know by now there is no prince,
and no one will come to save me.
But i still hope and forever i shall,
through all the pain as i build my self up just to be torn down.
I see no point in liveing if i can not hope.
So i smile wipe the tears from my eyes, walk up and say 'hello'.