I couldn't live like that,
Putting my face in my hands,
Making up my mind,
Letting thoughts flow
Nervous movements with my hands
I could let my thoughts drown
And find somewhere else to be
And something else to do
And avoid my problems forever.
(it could work)
I could stay with Her
And pretend I'm happy
And go along with everything
And forget how I'm empty inside.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.

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