𝑨𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 - 𝑱𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒂
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴,
𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘧𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.
𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦..?
𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳..?
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘯...?
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...?
𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳,
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,
𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦...
𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴...
𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵...
𝘏𝘰𝘮𝘦.
𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦,
𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯...
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.
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The Fucked Up Life Of A Teenager
PoetryShe's a girl with a broken soul and a broken mind. She's broken but healing. Read her story through poetry. She is me. This is my story through poetry.
