Burning Bridges And Driving Off Of Them

Just a poem by a 15 year old.

Feeling so lonely
I just want someone to hold me
Absorbing the cold, putting affection on hold
Feeling like I've been sold
Sold by myself
Never wanted to be a sell-out
It was my time to blow-out
But I guess I let that pass

You know what you did wrong
And you know how I felt
Cried myself to sleep some many times
I swear I could have drowned
If only I had the evidence
I'd show you the meaning of sad
And pathetic and disappointed and tired and mad
Scared of the world and myself and most of all the facts

Feeling like a failure to myself
That's the saddest way to go
Feeling like the needle in the haystack
Never to be felt
Wish I could be found
Hasn't been the same since I lost my glow
That's what guided everyone to see
Without my mask it's scares them to see,

That I'm not okay, and I'm not alright
The inner demons I've held in are coming out tonight
And they're ready to fight
Lost myself in that battle between wrong and right
Now I feel left in the middle, with no escape
I should have known better than to try to leave this place
In the prison of my mind, where I'm doing fifty to life