Falling
I don't understand. I'm lost. I'm sad. Alone in a place where strangers are bad. They teach us to read so we can say, "Hey, I wanted to be at home today." At home with my own. We all speak the same. We don't charge a dime. We don't play a fool's game. We don't understand the stuff that you do. The dirty sex talk, the killing for food. We don't want to be a part of it all if all of it makes us fall and fall and fall and fall like leaves, so sad, and so oft leaving. Sign in to see full entry.