You said "I'll always be yours, no matter what,"
I go and think, about what I did;
How this feeling in my itty bitty gut,
To let go of you and be rid?
How I'm close to the end.
In this circle I dare to run,
It completely not a win.
It's been years and I'm done.
I'm stopping these games.
There is nobody to blame,
Nobody but myself.
I stand in this pouring rain,
Letting it come and numb my pain.
The darkness mixes with the cold around my heart,
Intertwining tightly between the tiny pieces, torn apart.
I know longer feel the words you say.
My own self destruction- If I may.
Mone of it is you, it's all me.
Look on the inside and see.
I'm just broken and tattered,
Feeling as if nothing matters...?
If I say I'm not ready to die,
I'll be tellin gone hell of a lie.
Fear death I do not,
Through each battle fought.
New scars come as others fade.
Just like I am on my way...
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The Yellow Notebook
PoetryPoems and clips of my writings. Everything that has been written in my yellow notebook, it goes in here. If you like the poetry in this book, look into the book: The Twisted Mind of the Inside of a Teenage Girl. It's a sequel...
