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words inflict wounds

why must we always cuss and fight
the past is gone
let it rest

i know its easier said than done
but if you cant do it for you
do it for me
because i dont know how much my heart can bear

i cant take seeing tears run down your face
knowing im the cause
i wish life would pause
rewind back
and edit the past

you have told me how you feel
i have seen the pain i have inflicted
trust no longer exists

the pain in my chest begins
air becomes hard to breathe
beginning to weez
how can this be
someone please awaken me
tell me this is just a bad dream
im tormented by my own actions
i wish i could take them back
but i cant
dont leave me
please
i need you.





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