Im walking back to the road
I tried so hard to get away from
I don't know the season,date or the city
But at least the wall is really pretty
I have friends but at the same time I feel like I have no one
I'm told to push them all away, anyway
I'm three seconds from falling over
I'm always sick and tired
I am a different person than what I was before
Every time I Die
I will help anyone and everyone before my self
But there's a certain amount that I can take
But all that's ok
I'll listen to ur problems and stories
While you sit there and turn ur back to mine
Oh wait
You just walked out my life
I changed and molded to someone you liked
Getting hurt and burned in the process
Just to watch you leave without looking back
It's like you don't care
every time die
I have nightmares
They're scared
When I wake up I'm afraid somebody might take my place
I'll be back when I wake up again
Usually I'd sell my soul to have someone around
I'd scream at the top of my lungs to keep you
Every time I die
But I'm different now
I just don't know what to do anymore
I just don't want to go down that road again..but every time I die it's like I take a step back to that road..
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Poems of a Teenage Girl
PoetryPoems from a Teenage girls mind The ones she can't talk about [cover art is not mine!]
