There isn't much about me. I'm just a teenager that seems to be at the wrong time and place all the time. But I'm sure everyone feels that way. I write poems because thats how I get my feelings out. You might think that my poems aren't complete and you may think that my line breaks are shit but, if my poem gets my point across then I'm happy. That's how I work. Just to let you know it doesn't take much to make me happy. |
My heart beats two different ways
one is to the past...
Many days go by
as I sit here and watch myself die...
Open my heart what do you see?
Nothing because you stole everything from me...
She stares into nothing
Wondering if her life has any meaning...
If I fall I fall hard
Wishing and hoping that I'll fall in your arms...
I sit alone in a corner closing my eyes tight
trying to make everything go away...
I have so much to say
but I just bite my lip and fade away...
I'm on the path which has no end
all because I lost my friend...
What do you do if the one you want is taken?
What do you do if the one you want isn't there...
I go through life with my head held low
Knowing what I did and what I deserve...