Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

YOUR NOT SPEAKING, IF YOUR VOICEBOX ISN'T SHATTERING.

By
She leans across these walls,
she walked across those halls,
just as her life falls.
She's dreaming of a place,
free of all mistakes,
her pain is to much to take.

Someone stop her she's not breathing,
help her to keep on believing.

Her heart beats inside,
but not a bit outside,
each beat begins to fade,
slower goes the pace.
She feels she does't fit,
so inadequate.

Let her meake a choice,
stop rasing your voice, over hers,
wipe away the tears,
from your eyes,
not to long before they'll dry.

Happiness isn't guarantee,
are you listening?
Listen to me.
Listen to me.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback