When I leave my home
The depression leaves my mind
I have so much fun away
All my past memories are left behind
I wish I could feel like that
All the time
If only that could happen
I would, maybe, be just fine
It's hard
To live my life
I'm so miserable
That's why my past is nothing but a bloody knife
Yes, I cut myself
But, I have quit all the "Nonsense"
That's not an answer I want
Nut, being empty handed, made me feel boxed in a fence
I want to be thoughtless for once
I want to be care free
I want to set my own boundary's
But, I supposedly don't know whats best for me
It seems I want to have someone to call my own
And when I finally do
I feel more completed
Yet, I don't know what to do
I feel as if he's not the one
I feel as if I still want him
A shoulder I can lean on
And not just hanging on a broken limb
On the outside
I don't seem that bad
But if you start to talk to me
You'll see the life I've had
I am now fourteen
Hopefully, a great year will follow
Maybe I will find the love of my life
So, my heart won't be so hollow!
