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Unaware

How do I put these thoughts into words?
I just want to scream but not to be heard.
How can I figure out how I feel,
When half of these feelings shouldn’t be real?
Feeling my self sinking so low again,
I don’t want to go back to who I was then.
Seeing your face, it hurts me inside,
Fills me with tears I know I won’t cry.
I want you to speak; I want you to know:
I’m not sure that I’ll ever let go.
I know I’ve moved on, but what is this now?
You make me hurt in the way you know how.
Please let me go or please be my friend,
Just bring this confusion to one final end.
I know I’m seeing more than is there,
I’m just sick of being left unaware.





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