Lenna’s Poem
Your love is my drug
And that’s no lie
When I see you
You make me cry
Not tears of sadness
But tears of joy
If you were a guy
You’d be my boy
My Lunatic Friends
The lunatics these days
I hang out with
They’ll play around
And throw fun fits
They are lots of fun
Can’t you see
By the end of each day
We’re all filled with glee
Weird Little Poems
There are these weird little poems
That are in my head
Best write them down
Before they’re dead
About me
It's hard being stuck with a family that doesn't understand you, it's even harder if your the youngest child and all they see is a baby. Lifes just to unfair sometimes... I've even thought about taking my own life, but some dreams are too good to give up on when your my age. My way of coping is slightly complicated considering it'd be painful to others. It's the only thing I've tried that can put an end to my tears or uncalled-for anxiety.I may be a first time blogger,but I'm a long time writer. My blog Lonely Girl will deffinitely feature whatever comes to mind for that day and it will unveil how I think as the "lonely girl" I feel I truly am.
