(This Poem is from Sad Poems)

She steps into the rain,
hopeless, knowing that no one will help her.
She can't manage but who cares?
She is alone in pouring rain.

Wherever she goes she isn't noticed,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
when she talks, no one listens, 
and her words go down into emptiness,
the place where no one hears them.

In class people don't notice her,
she hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopless.

She walks around,
she looks for friends,
she looks for hope,
but where are they?

She is alone in the pouring rain,
she is invisible, she is a ghost,
and her words go into emptiness,
where no one hears them,
she looks for friends, for hope...
where are they?

She hears them, she wants to join them,
but she can't, she is hopeless.

She steps into the rain,
hopeless, knowing that no one will help her.
She can't manage but who cares?
She is alone in pouring rain.

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I'm sure nobody ever had ths kind of day before,
Where their day is as messed up than the one I had today.

Oh god before I left to school,
I couldn't find my book,
the book I was supposed to read,
when I was bored in sports.

Oh god when I was on my way to school,
I discovered that I'd forgotten my sling,
And I'd never ever thought before,
how bad It could have been!

Oh god I had lot's of tests today,
A poem for german,
A test for maths,
Oh why all this today ??

Oh god during this whole day through,
seven people managed to,
either bump into me or kick a ball at me,
something that had never even happened once to me before.

OH GOD, OH GOD!
This one is the worst of all,
I'd rather not say but I will,
Today I messed up in front of a big audience,
when I was presenting my group, the guitar ensemble !

But still have I not finished,
when my concert was over,
My mom was in a bad mood,
screaming at my sister and me !

OH GOD, OH GOD,
Please help me,
I'm embarrased,
and more,
so much I can't express it.

As the wind brushes by,
as the birds say goodbye,
as the leaves flutter away,
as I say good day,
I look around me,
oh, how wonderful nature can be.

As the trees ruffle and twist,
just as the flowers that I miss,
as my scarf turns around,
as I fall toward the ground.

As the chestnuts fall and fall,
as I call call and call,
as I see a squirrel climbing,
as I see myself writing,
I only know one thing.

It is autumn.
 

There are many places in this world,
who have people with things they don't deserve,
like famine, poorness, bombs and killing,
meanness, angriness, starvation, hitting.

When we leave food on our plate,
that must be how much they ate,
in maybe a week or two,
how can we know if this is true ?

We don't know how much we're lucky,
for them, our left overs, would be plenty,
that would fill them for a week,
and would be the food that they would seek,
for their lifetimes and even more,
however someday they'lll be at our door !!!

Poor them, won't we help ?
We do, we try,
but it's too much,
Oh my, oh my...