Day 13.

Excuses are made,
Questions are slayed,
People wait, for several days.

To find answers, to hear their pain,
to find out, they're to blame.

Lives are ruined, in such short time,
'you'll be right, you'll be fine'
No I won't, I might die.

I know you dont, really care,
if I'm here, if I'm no where.
My life is empty, this world is bare.

Pick up the peices, struggle through,
day to day, it's me verse you.

This world is harsh, but I will fight,
for what I beleive, for what is right.
I hope I win, some day I might.

For me now though, it is goodnight.