um, i might post my poetry every once in a while and express my dire hatred for certain people on this site...
WHAT MADE HER SAD
Falling, falling Won't someone help her?
She was all alone, no one to hold her No one to tell her what a great person she was Can't anyone see her crying alone?
Does anyone care what happens to her? Does anyone care to ask what's wrong?
She's friendly but lonely No one to welcome her home, no one for her to welcome to her home All she really wanted was love, or maybe even a best friend Maybe to be spared from a few insults
All she had was herself, but that's not what made her sad
What made her sad was that She never did anything about her problems She swam in her own self pity and made her own sorrow In the end what made her sad was herself.