Writing reminds me of my feelings. Recently, I have been remembering them and realising my underlying issues.
I realised why I don't cry.
It reminds me of how damn weak I am. How I can't even control my own fucking body. How I just can't stop.
I realised my old friends were never friends.
They picked on me and flaws. They did things I didn't like. They inserted their opinions on me. They dumped a fucking bag of cereal on my head.
And, if you're reading this, the friend that's depressed is me.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
