life
And i just now realized the people i call friends do not call me the same.weve drifted apart,but theyve left a mark.i feel now that i am unneeded and unloved,in the past i always got shoved.is it me,or my imagination?is it them,or do we live in an imposter nation?i feel confused and not alive,what is the reason for these tears ive cried?why do i feel so alone in this crowded home?why am i confused and feel abused?why can i not desipher wether this is life or…
