viernes, 4 de mayo de 2007

Diary of a 13 year old girl

Conversations with my 13 year old self

You're angry, I know this. The world couldn't care less. You're lonely, I feel this, And you wish you were the best. No teachers or guidance, and you always walk alone. You're crying at night when nobody else is home.

Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling, I promise you that it won't always feel this bad. There are so many things I want to say to you. You're the girl I used to be, You little heartbroken thirteen year old me.


You're laughing, but you're hiding! God! I know that trick too well. You forget that I've been you and now I'm just the SHELL. I promiseI love you and everything will work out fine. Don't try to grow up yet. Oh just give it some time!

The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare, but you can wake up anytime. Don't lose your passion or the fighter that's inside of you. You're the girl I used to be, the pissed off complicated thirteen year old me.

Little girl, I wish you well, Until we meet again

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