~It's About Me This Time.~A Poem by MarlenaA poem about myself.- I'm only sixteen I feel a hundred years old.- I keep going back to that tonight I keep hearing a voice in my head I keep thinking there has to be an end in sight and I'm too stupid to let the dead be dead. -I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart.- There's a rusty old key I've got chaining my secrets up tight----- -I keep going back to that tonight- no one should hear them not ever again no one should hear them not pain from way back then. -I know I may have lost my way but all paths lead straight to you- It's hard to stick to the road when you're blind when all you see is twisting bending darkness how can I see the road if I'm blind? -I know you're still there- laughter, laughter~ In the air your scent dances~dances it's everywhere. -I can feel you pull me down- Senseless thoughtless you act on need alone darker stranger and into the unknown struggling lost fearful and ~ pain -I know who you really are/ you're the one that cries when you're alone.- You're right. When I feel my heart collapse and my lungs shudder in disbelief and I feel this unbearable grief and I think ~ How could I be so stupid?~ I sit down and cry because the old me would never be so shy, she wouldn't sit and beg and ask the heavens why She would stand up and get together and.... there's no point in trying anymore. -HELP ME. HELP ME LET GO.- Just pry my hands from these memories let them flutter away in the breeze they're crumbling and dirty like ugly fall leaves God, help me let go of these f*****g memories. ~That's not the way I want my story to end.~
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