They ask me the same question, and my answer is always the same.
I just stare into the distance,
wondering just why I had to choose tomorrow's fate, today.
I've reached a street that goes two ways,
I am torn.
do I go with my brain?
or with my heart?
will I walk in the rain?
or not?
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Emotional Torture.
PoesíaCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
