Is this it?
That's when it daught on me,
Those days of cutting my wrists are over,
Those lonely days of lonely tears,
Still come and go.
Those days of still not fitting in,
Are still around.
Those days i wait to feel loved or wanted,
Will never leave me.
Those days i reminis,
Remind me that I'm lucky.
Those days of being sad and lonely,
Are now over.
I realised this isn't it.
Everybody goes through rough patches,
Everybody gets lonely and cries,
Everybody feels they don't fit in,
And everybody just wants to feel loved and wanted.
That's life.
not one of my best, but would like to know what you all thought, thanks x
