What goes on in my head.

Days, weeks, month ,and years.
All that time, so many tears.
I really didn't know what I became.
For you I would do anything.
The time you visited, those times you called.
That time has passed and now its fall.
The people in here just want to go home.
Day by day I can hear their moans.
Will they be happy? only time will tell.
People shouldn't just leave them here and say oh well
I have been hear for only five day.
When I first got here, I was really afraid.
I thought to myself, let me turn into someone good.
Instead of bottling up my feelings, I can act like I should.