No one loves me
They leave me out in the cold
Waiting just waiting
My hands have turned blue
I can't feel a thing
No one will help me
My breathing has decreased
I can't breathe
No one will think of me
I've slowly rised from my body
I can see the people below
No one loved me
Doing my work, outside the school
I see a boy,around my age, waiting for a ride
I ask the poor boy " How long have you waited?"
He replies "For far too long, I must get home to feed my family"
I asked the boy his name
He said "My name is Nicholas Farris."
My ride pulled up, I told him to stay warm and i'll see him later
6 months later to be exact
He was in the exact same clothing
I thought this was strange but I ignored it.
I went up to him and asked what teacher he had.
He told me "Mr. Thomas", who hasn't taught for years
A few days later I found old yearbooks and searched every one.
Year 1946, I found Nicholas Farris
A stone bench, that I sit upon
Cold as ice as you can see
My fingers touch the markings
What could they be
What could they mean
But alas I cannot read
Marks the death of me
A black slave
Here I am,
Sitting in this jungle
called High School
The lionesses fighting over lions
So much drama
So much chaos
But yet I'm not one of them
I am a small antelope
With no one to be with
Raging tigers, fleeing birds,
Out of all the animals
No one loves this antelope
Here I am,
Sitting in this jungle
All alone...
My Love,
It is red like passion
My Love,
It is orange like the rising sun
My Love,
It is yellow like the bright light i see in heaven
My Love,
It is green like the grass in a field
My Love,
It is purple like the glorious mood of love
My Love,
It is Skittles!
As I sit across form you,
My hands start to shake
Like someone shouted "BOO"
My heart it'll always ache
When I see you holding her,
I hope it's my heart you take
From her to me, I try to lure
But no matter how hard I try
My heart, It cannot cure
Everytime that I walk by
My voice, it disappears
Sometimes I even want to cry
The thing keeping me away form you is fears
People think that I'm so happy
But yet my eyes are filled with tears
Without you, my life is crappy
Because you're the bees knees
But with you I'd be so happy
I've loved you since the birds loved the bees
I've always hoped that you would be my beau
But that is w
As I sit across form you,
My hands start to shake
Like someone shouted "BOO"
My heart it'll always ache
When I see you holding her,
I hope it's my heart you take
From her to me, I try to lure
But no matter how hard I try
My heart, It cannot cure
Everytime that I walk by
My voice, it disappears
Sometimes I even want to cry
The thing keeping me away form you is fears
People think that I'm so happy
But yet my eyes are filled with tears
Without you, my life is crappy
Because you're the bees knees
But with you I'd be so happy
I've loved you since the birds loved the bees
I've always hoped that you would be my beau
But that is w
My Love,
It is red like passion
My Love,
It is orange like the rising sun
My Love,
It is yellow like the bright light i see in heaven
My Love,
It is green like the grass in a field
My Love,
It is purple like the glorious mood of love
My Love,
It is Skittles!
Here I am,
Sitting in this jungle
called High School
The lionesses fighting over lions
So much drama
So much chaos
But yet I'm not one of them
I am a small antelope
With no one to be with
Raging tigers, fleeing birds,
Out of all the animals
No one loves this antelope
Here I am,
Sitting in this jungle
All alone...
A stone bench, that I sit upon
Cold as ice as you can see
My fingers touch the markings
What could they be
What could they mean
But alas I cannot read
Marks the death of me
A black slave
Doing my work, outside the school
I see a boy,around my age, waiting for a ride
I ask the poor boy " How long have you waited?"
He replies "For far too long, I must get home to feed my family"
I asked the boy his name
He said "My name is Nicholas Farris."
My ride pulled up, I told him to stay warm and i'll see him later
6 months later to be exact
He was in the exact same clothing
I thought this was strange but I ignored it.
I went up to him and asked what teacher he had.
He told me "Mr. Thomas", who hasn't taught for years
A few days later I found old yearbooks and searched every one.
Year 1946, I found Nicholas Farris
No one loves me
They leave me out in the cold
Waiting just waiting
My hands have turned blue
I can't feel a thing
No one will help me
My breathing has decreased
I can't breathe
No one will think of me
I've slowly rised from my body
I can see the people below
No one loved me
Favourite genre of music: pop, hip hop Favourite photographer: n/a Favourite cartoon character: Eric Cartman Personal Quote: I'm in my own little world and will never leave
This journal entry is for girls.
Me and Corlila (pardon if misspelled) have a disagreement. Which one is most enjoyed topic to talk about? I belive it is boys but Corlila thinks it's stupid politics. So please put in your input.