You are thirteen now and they say "sit up stright, be calm and be quiet, help me with the house" It never changes and it never will. They ask for life but it is never given, it never will be. It is never as they say. You are never forced to do anything but you want no frowns, so you do as you are told. You keep your word and hold as many secrets as your mind can bear. Why is your life the worst, why is our life better? Why am I the one told to keep the secrets of you. Why are you not who you seem? Why are you different, how can they tell? Why not tell the truth, why stay in this hell? Leave this earth all it takes is a knife, but you know things wont get better so you do the plan, you end up on the floor, holding your side you stabbed. Your breath ends in gasps and then faintly, slowly, and quietly fades to nothing. You are gone from my life, how could I let this happen? This is all my fult... You never know what you had until it's to late.
Jimy is back · Sat Mar 06, 2010 @ 09:59pm · 0 Comments |