Each Poem, is a part of my life...its the only way I can express my lonlyness and bitetrness..I have no sence of Humor...maybe noI dont have a soul...I rarely laugh...I sometimes think that my friends try to make me happy, but I never am. As much as they try, they always seem to fail. This lonlyness is killing me, and I dont no were to go...I tease and smile, but under all those piles of cards, fake words....under all those lies...I'm broken inside....I see a light....but i dont go to it. I sometimes wonder if its my time to go, I miss my love, I miss being a kid......People say I'm unique but I really dont see how...I dont feel anything, and I dont know why...I hide in the night....well...out of sight?
This is me? and why am I, unique?
well thanks every one but im sorta confused with this whole name your deer thing how does that work and im about to go into the forest soooo see ya there
