Laura Mucciolo

Rookie (06- 20 -93 / Philadelphia)

I Am...


I am sad and confused.
wonder if he will come back
hear my name when no one is calling
see him laughing and running
want him back in my life
I am sad and confused

I pretend to not care
feel as if there is a hole in my chest, burning at my heart
touch his playstation, hoping he will come back
worry about his life
cry because he left
I am sad and confused

I understand why he left, his dad hated him
say I care, I really do
dream he will come back
try to contact him
hope he will understand why
I am sad and confused

Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2007
Edited: Sunday, February 13, 2011

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