Lost
They say write how you feel and what you think of.
But everytime I try I just end up with all these fancy ways of saying I want to die.
I realized when I was very young that I could kill myself.
Afterall mommy had tried and daddy had cried.
I kept their secrets like all the shit that was talked about the other.
Or when they said they still loved each other.
Why?
Why am I still here?
I just want to end it all...
Copyright © Angela Paulsen | Year Posted 2015
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