My name is Lindsey McCarty, I am Thirteen Years old, I may be young but writing is a huge part of my life. It is the biggest passion of mine, and I plan on going farther into the writing business as I get older. I have already been published one time, and 10 followers / 2.0k words
The pain and agony, the razor sharp tears They pour from my eyes, my pain transitions to fear Fear for our friendship, what do i do? Those dreaded three words that have always pulled us through
I don't want to believe them Not sure what is a lie Feeling this useless Just results to my cry
These tears of blood Are all I can show My heart is broken In which no one can sew
So as the pain continues I await another day Blood is streaked all down my cheeks There's nothing left for me to say
Don't wish to be remembered for something i'm not, Or forgotten for the honest of me, I want to walk tall, be known by the all, And not fake what the world and I see.
What I am is not broken or wearing, I'm not one who's known for a crime, I am the one in the crowd, who would scream it aloud, That this life is a privelage, and is granted one time.
Where and if I shall live this born beauty, And pass on to the life after now, My past yearns to live long, with my mem'ries shared strong, For my life's adu, take a bow.