you look at me u see my breathing
you look into my eyes i am not alive
i am dead inside
i want to break free
i want to spread my wings
let the sun,shine over me
i am looking for a place
to call my own
i am sreaching for my home
is life always like this a dark hole
or s it that my heart is made of stone
i am just a lonely girl
not knowing where to go
---this is a poem i wrote its not every good----