On the first page of my story,
My future seemed to die.
Then my story turned out so hopeful,
I don't know why I was surprised;
When as usual,
A fallen angels wicked scheme
Took my misery to a new extreme.

On the second page,
More tempting that Eve's paradise lost,
I lost myself in teenage dreams.
I missed paying the price,
Mercy from above kept me safe.

More than physical scars I bear,
Move on I must.
To where I don't know,
Page three, it's just you and me.

I'm trying to keep my head above water.
I have to fight.
I don't want to go under/
I never pictured life like this.
I dropped my anchor down the wishing well,
But none of those dreams came floating up.

I felt like giving in,
The struggle was too much.
My life seemed like it was washing away.
I lost my way,
I've dragged myself to hell and back.
The scars I have to prove it.
I'm still wondering,
Is it even worth it?

I loved a boy once.
He was almost everything to me.
I can still remember his smile,
The way he would roll his eyes, at me.
I remember how he used to say my name.

I didn't know I loved him at that point.
Not in the way I did.
I had no clue that I had
Fallen
For him.
Until the day he fell for me.

In those brief, brief minutes
That are still as clear as day,
I realized that I loved him.
People say I didn't,
They say young love, first love is nothing.
They are all liars,
They have never loved.

This boy, oh how he made me crazy.
I would often shake my head and say:
"What I do for this boy."
But I never finished that sentence.

The last part of that sentence;
It's what hurts me the most.
Because you see,
The last part of that ****** sentence,
The part that hurts me the most of all?
Here it is, listen up, you'll only get this once.
"Because I love him."

Young love is real,
Young love is underestimated.
Yes, it may not last,
But it is one of the most POWERFUL things that one can ever feel.
So never, ever say it's not real.