I'm afraid you're sinking down into a hole that I can't pull you out of
I'm offering you my hand, out of purely friendly love,
But you're refusing it while looking down to me from above
I'm trying to convince you to atleast hold onto a finger,
But you refuse my help and continue to self-destruct.
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.
