The pain makes me not sain.
The tears rips me to fears.
The sad makes me go mad.
The feel of unreal makes me ill.

I wish I sometimes could just say goodnight but when I think like that I know theres only one way to turn off the lights.

I wish I could hide and say good-bye but instead ill fight and try to make it alright.

Ill stand and try to understand.

This is not going to get the best of me, you wait and see!

This poem was written/submitted by Angie Richard.