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by Amirah Nov 29, 2005 category : Life, society / other
My life is powerful, My words all come out, But as for me, I do not shout. I scream, For my fears, I cry, A thousand tears. As though its been years, That we've been apart. You took my heart, And that wasn't smart. Heres my auto-biography, To make things clear: Ever since I was a little girl, You've been the one I'd go to, When I fall, You'd always pick me up, Like it was nothing at all. But now that we are older, We've grown so apart, I thought you'd be the same, Smart well smarter than you were. I scream and cry at night, WHAT DID I DO WRONG, I guess I should have, Just remained strong. But no I had to let things, Get out of hand, Now as for my heart, It'll never mend. My auto-biography, Its all about me, I can brag, I can make this sad, Worst of all, Tell my true story. I was once a small child, Didn't understand LOVE, As if like, This was heaven above. Now that I am older, Th worlds getting worse, Its nothing like, It used to be. People breaking up, People crying, From a broken heart, People dying, From there bravery for war. But I am still here, Theres nothing to fear, I'm not gone, And I'm not going any where, Hopefully for a while. I still want to be the one, That can make you smile. But any ways I'll be OK, Day after day, I'll find a way, To be happy. But till then, I'm leaving this at that. "My auto-biography..."