9 o'clock
It is 9 o'clock, I think I need help. One short glance is enough, I fall again. Why has it to be so difficult? Hear my inner yelp. It hurts to watch without doing. I want to be a friend. I move around quietly, barely to notice. I am afraid to talk, everything is insecure. They say you need to take actions to gain the price. When you look at me I am speechless, it is torture. Not today, I do tomorrow, that is what I say. Is it wrong or right to depend on others like this? I want to say just one thing but I stop. Why? My heart is sick, you cannot see. Why is it like this? verfasst: 03.01.2019 ~Mandy