Poem: The Plea
The Plea Pass me by as I turn my weeping head. I wish you would look, but hope you don’t see. I’m alone and no one cares. They don’t know I’m hurting. Pray for me, someone, please. Again, depression was … Continued
The Plea Pass me by as I turn my weeping head. I wish you would look, but hope you don’t see. I’m alone and no one cares. They don’t know I’m hurting. Pray for me, someone, please. Again, depression was … Continued