I am depressed living hardlike a miner or a hobo.
Out in the middle of nowhere, insecure.
As a gloomy creature,
that nobody knows.
I have no confidence
I don't even know where I am
I have no friends
I do not even know who I am.
I am depressed living hard.
How did you come up with this poem..........but its FUNNY!!
ReplyDeleteim ur friend.. did u forget bout me :( n i didn't know u were a hobo O.o
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