Inside the life of a 15 yr old mind

by Jessica Lynn   Jul 7, 2007


I guess I'm just another low life teen addict..

Betrayed by the only goodness in my life

But even happiness has it cost now a day

Down and low, no where to go

Everyone has problems

Can people truly see what I've come to be ?

Her reflection tells her something different

I'm sorry I couldn't take control of my own life

The dark side is a place in reality were bad is good and pain is pleasure

There is so much going on in my head, but so little going on in my world

It was like you wanted me to fail, like u knew addiction was stronger than hope

It hurts to remember, its impossible to forget

I built a wall for my protection. I couldn't get out & no one could enter. I wanted to change, I wanted to grow. To gather up my past and just let it go.

Everything is changing now, our paths leading different ways each taken us some where new

Yet I fell upon it quickly, much sooner than I planned. But I wouldn't let it go no matter the demand

So I don't do what I'm told, that's just cause I'm pissed at you

So with every happy day, we'll learn to fix our old mistakes

It will set me free so I don't have to be me

The abused and the broken have tears in there eyes, I am so sick of this !

She had to try to satisfy a thirst she couldn't name, driven by the demons and the devil in her veins

I'm going to live, I'm going to try, living every damn day the best till I die

-- these are not all my lines .. just some of my favorites from a couple of other peoples work ..

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  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    After i read it again i get it now inside the mind of a 15 year old daaaa im so dumb
    its hard to believe that all this s**t is
    inside that pretty little mind of yours and you haven exploded yet lol cy

  • 17 years ago

    by CY GINDLE

    Im gonna live Im gonna try Living
    every damn day the best till i die
    GOOD STUFF I like the things you said
    but it jumps around for me to follow it like
    you have so much to write about and you're
    giving only a little taste of each it like you have about three or four poems in this one
    that wall you wrote about thats something
    thats kept you from going crazy up to now
    that wall help you surive like a survival
    instinct. you taught me that making bad sh*t
    more important was a stupid thing to do
    yet you write u hang on to this bad s**t
    man let that sh*t go. cherish the good
    make the good stuff the stuff to remember
    < your words>
    anyway love this like everything you write
    i am your # 1 fan
    cy