Myth

I have wasted so much time trying to feel loved, trying to be liked the earth is a ball your thoughts are tight and there is no heart in sight... I had a big doll when I was a child she could walk by my side he broke her legs I couldn't fight I curled in a corner and I cried... She left me waiting without remorse she turned around and closed the door she never tried to mend the hole she left in me and in my world... He never came he left me alone he knew where I was all along he wasn't the rose he was the thorns he couldn't walk on his own... There is a star above me which keeps me alive which makes me sing there is no God I hate to admit and fate and luck are just a myth Jessica