Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

It's about me now.

I am not sorry.
I have nothing to be sorry for.
I cannot love you,
Or giver you what you want, Plus more.
You ask if I'm certain..
But i have to say for once i am sure.
You make me hate myself and the things i say.
But i will wake up, and realize it was for the best one day..
I hope this heals me inside, and doesn't rip open everything Ive kept shut out.
I have to realize my life is what i have most control over and that's all I care about.



.




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback