As I sat with the rain beating agaist the windows.
by Amy Louise Kerswell
My whole life and future seems so bleak.
The tears fall down my face in streaks.
And my hart leaks.
I sit and wonder where has my lfe gone?
Why am I like this?
When dark errupts my mind.
And the sun doesent shine.
I fell coldness and no warth.
I wish there was no sufffering.
And I wish there was no pain.
But otheres always seem to gain.
I sit here hart breaking.
Wondering what to do?
I miss the old me.
I hate the new me.