Sick of crying
Not dreaming
Not hopeing
Plaster on a smile
Make everything ok
But inside
I'm dead
A contest entry
- Make Me Cry by dead-love-for-fun.
600 points, ended March 1, 2008, 34 entries
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wonderful
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Very sad feelings but you wrote them very well, each line packs a punch,
keep it up!
Adriana
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Powerful! Best of luck in the contest!
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This is really good. It reminds me of who I was before. Glad I have excaped that time in my life. You don't need that e in hoping. Other than that, a great write.
Kelli -
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Thank you. Its just this way in my family. I will be quiet when my dad picks me up as we drive along. I'm sixck of not going to far, for the fear of being dissappointed. Idk why but it ticks me off to see little kids just assume things. Like, my little sister was painting with MY dad, she goes "
This will help me for when I bcome a FAMOUS artitst"
All snotty like. I guess I just am afraid for them because honestly, she can't even draw a smiley face, she's almost 9.
But then, Everyone thinks even though all the things they pout on me, all the crap they put me through, how they make me feel like crap, they expect me to be perfect. I hatre them all. I'm just dying, slowy inside. I want to be a real girl. One who laughs, and rides bikes, wears flip flops and smiles. Who has parents who love each other, who raised her in a friendly, safe place. To be able to laugh and love without fear...
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