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Jan 2014
I want to get off this train
that drives me to and from my pain
It's a ride that lasts a life time
and you won't get off alive.

I miss the days I didn't fight this way
crying for the days I didn't run away
the days where the sun did shine
and my life was fine.

I'm a drama flick that runs forever
a heart as light as a feather
but my hearts not whats at steak
it's my brain that makes these mistakes.

One minute I feel alright
the next I can't survive the night
I'm holding on by my finger tips
God forbid my grip may slip.

Where I fall right into my grave
and become the broken teen never saved
the young one lost so soon
it's a cry for help of adolescent doom.

No I'm just sick of the black and the white
there's no grey left in sight
no in between for the likes of us
so why not give up?

Why do I even try
when I really rather die
maybe I'm just a *******
and live for the pain I suffer from as I exist.
Katlyn Orthman
Written by
Katlyn Orthman  21/F/Minnesota
(21/F/Minnesota)   
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