Imaging just imagining the thought of being a senior. Being a senior and letting them all know me a cheerleader. A cheerleader a senior cheerleader,
By Kalie Nicole DeBoer5 years ago in Poets
Who knew? Who knew? That this would go somewhere this what you say this the best year of my life why? You ask because of him
In the hospital waiting waiting Tubes hooked up all over you Not knowing if you will live or die Waiting waiting scared, that I won’t get to say goodbye
People pretend, people are fake. People see but, they don't look. Here I am standing here by myself. Why? Because people are fake. Fake friends, fake love, fake all of it.