Sometimes I just start shaking just because im living. My heart
just keeps on breaking, because im sharing and no ones giving. I
say sorry just because I'm on the earth, and i wonder why im this
way. My bad luck started at my birth, and continues still today. I
wish I was something special that God made, Instead of someone who
punishes herself. I think my position in the world can fade,
because im a broken toy on a shelf.
