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when I was little I Climbed a thousand trees Ran through dark forests and Scraped my knees but I Picked myself up Every Time I Fell Down the Smile of my Youth Turned everything Around when I was a child I saw people for the Truth I saw in their eyes the Miles of Hurt or Pain with No Proof but what I Didn’t notice was the Pain inside my heart I didn’t understand this, was Tearing me Apart when I was a preteen I started to like boys I found out girls are mean and that men Treat you like Toys but even though They Hurt Me I kept Pushing myself Forward thought I could make them See that everything was Backward when I turned 16 I fell Down a Spiraled black hole Tried to walk the streets Unseen at least Never Showing what he Stole Silently I Suffered Blood falling Down my arms my whole Reality was altered but I set off no Alarms when I turned _ _ I looked back on my life and what I Realized was how my back took that Knife I’m definitely Happy don’t deny me what I’m Feeling but when my days go ****** I now know what He was Stealing when I Grew Up I was 14 years old my Eyes had gotten Darker and my blood was running Cold my Innocence had been Stolen while I tried to Find My Dreams Instead those dreams were Broken and No one heard my Screams
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
autobiography.
when I was little I Climbed a thousand trees Ran through dark forests and Scraped my knees but I Picked myself up Every Time I Fell Down the Smile of my Youth Turned everything Around when I was a child I saw people for the Truth I saw in their eyes the Miles of Hurt or Pain with No Proof but what I Didn’t notice was the Pain inside my heart I didn’t understand this, was Tearing me Apart when I was a preteen I started to like boys I found out girls are mean and that men Treat you like Toys but even though They Hurt Me I kept Pushing myself Forward thought I could make them See that everything was Backward when I turned 16 I fell Down a Spiraled black hole Tried to walk the streets Unseen at least Never Showing what he Stole Silently I Suffered Blood falling Down my arms my whole Reality was altered but I set off no Alarms when I turned _ _ I looked back on my life and what I Realized was how my back took that Knife I’m definitely Happy don’t deny me what I’m Feeling but when my days go ****** I now know what He was Stealing when I Grew Up I was 14 years old my Eyes had gotten Darker and my blood was running Cold my Innocence had been Stolen while I tried to Find My Dreams Instead those dreams were Broken and No one heard my Screams
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
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