The room began to shake and I was surprised.
When my mind went black,
I laid down and hit the sack. 
I woke up in 2009,
There was a reverse in time. 
All the happiness I had built up,
Had been put in a cell and shut.
Freshman year of high school.
I felt dumb and I felt like a fool.
Reliving life wasn't even living,
Pain and hurt gave their givings.
And I ran and hid.
Auctioned my soul to the highest bid.
Rid of me the burden.
Rid of me the past...
Reliving life wasn't even living,
Pain and hurt gave their givings.
And I ran and hid.
Auctioned my soul to the highest bid.
Rid of me the burden.
Rid of me the past...
I love your writing. Your poems are amazing. (:
ReplyDeletehaha freshman year isnt that bad ;)
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