Some days I just wish someone would come along and grasp my shoulders like I was as fragile as an eggshell and say that they have noticed my silent inside weeping. Then they would let me cry aloud and I wouldn't feel like the shit I am for once.
I actually though you were that person.
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.
