This is just another poem,
Line after line,
Another thing I’m writing,
About the things I couldn’t leave behind,
Just another story,
Where my dairy will scream outloud,
Just another word,
To show what my life’s about,
This poem should be full of sadness,
Anger or hate,
Or something to express,
The feelings that came too late,
And it should be about another teenager,
Who just couldn’t cope,
With nothing left in the world,
But a dream and false hope,
Maybe it should have something to do,
With how he broke my heart,
Or maybe how without him,
My life’s falling apart,
But if you really knew me,
You’d know I don’t need this lie,
I don’t need some pathetic poem,
To recite my goodbyes.
