No one would really want to live my life.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't me.
My life is hard.
I know other peoples lives are too.
But to me mines the hardest.
I try to help my friends.
But it only makes mine worse.
My life is confusing and full of pain.
It hurts every time I think about it.
My past is full of pain and guilt.
I can't get anything out of my heart or my mind.
I can't let go of anyone I meet.
It's hard to get people out of my mind, but they're out of my heart.
I wish I could understand my life and accept how hard it is by opening my eyes.
I wish I could learn to let go, but it's not that easy.
I know someone that I need to let go of, but deep down I know I can't.
I've known him for so long that I can't let go.
I wish I could get him to understand how I feel about him, but it's hard.
He won't open his eyes, mind, or heart to me or anyone.
*please vote and comment. It's a very old poem for me. But please tell me what you think. Thanks.*
