YOWO2014
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You didn't make me well enough to survive
Your finger tips didn't paint me pretty enough
You left me without a repertoire that was exotic enough
You didn't grace me with enough talent to be special
Darkness fell with innocence in tow
The serene sky marred by gunshot smoke
Signed by Death’s fiery signature
And crossed with wails that frayed stable ground.
I should resent you for the drunk words you spit at me, during many of my slumbers.
I should hate you for making me raise mself, because that's hardly the way it should be.
Write about anything I want?
does it need to be in a certain font?
Your letting me choose?
College, the time In your life where you are in search of finding your own identity. Day by day as I am trying to portray what I think I am.
We all want that fairy tale ending
that we see all the time in the movies
when the princess gets her Princess Charming
or the guy gets the girl
and they live happily ever after
The world is so big and I am so small
I just want to find a place within it all
I am neither here nor there
Rather, I am here and there
I am sad and I am happy
I can't begin to understand
Your depression,
Isolation.
But I can understand
How life leaves you raw,
Unable to feel,
Numb.
You want nothing more than to feel
Something,
Anything,
