I cant take all of this; I'm at breaking point, As hard as i try it seems like all i do i disappoint. I used to be strong, I just want a place where nothing always goes wrong; I'm not quite sure where i belong. All these secrets i keep inside, If it all comes to an end i guess i could say i tried. Could you take it all away? Could you make it disappear? My innocence has already been taken, I have been forsaken. I will try once more to stay strong and hold my head up high, and just one more time i will try.
Many of my poems start off kind of emo. This is my first step at being more positive and uplifting.