*A Poem*

In my hour of need, ha you are not there and though I reached out for you, you wouldn't lend a hand

Through the darkest hour grace did not shine on me. It feels so cold, very cold no one cares for me.

Did you ever think I get lonely, did you ever think I need love, did you ever stop to stop thinking you are the only one I'm thinking of.

You'll never know how hard I tried to find my space and satisfy you.Things will be better when I'm dead and gone, don't try to understand, knowing you I'm probably wrong.