For What Its Worth - poems

Eighteen (#2)

3-16-15

I never have been happy
my life has always been crappy
I haven't been smiling
I've been in my own world crying
there's a seed in my soul that hasn't been planted
and I've been stuck in pain and unenchanted
the world has been dark and grey
and I don't want to stay
I know there's a way out
but I don't see the route
it will become clear
and I'll be able to get out of here
when I turn the key
and am free
the ones who ruined me I'll leave behind
and I just don't know if I can wait out the time
the two digits are flickering in my head
burning in red
eighteen
I need
the clock is ticking
and my pulse is quickening
so close but so far away
to okay
I don't know if I'll become happy then
but god I write this hope down with my pen
and there's promise somewhere in there
and if I can leave the ones who leave me with hurt and don't care
something better will appear
cause baby I won't be suffering in a year!