Its My Turn Now
To feel like crap and To cry about it all night And to be unable to sleep At 2:11 am For, there is nothing left to fight. To feel so all alone And that all else is totally gone To wish this life was no longer my name I cry about it For there is too much pain Joy and Happiness are all very sane But they will never again be of part of my plan For all my dreams my hopes my teams Are gone forever It all has come to torture my soul My heart my body my keen and all There is nothing left to nurture... Sign in to see full entry.