I know what it's like to wake up feeling hopeless, when the room starts to cave in you being to be helpless. The drugs don't work, and the alcohol leaves an ache; I really hope today isn't the day I break.
The halls of school are spinning, I can tell you now this game called life I'm not winning. The past is dead, so shouldn't the future be so forgiving? My head vibrates, daily migraines.
I never thought fifteen could be so depressing, at this point, I'm regressing. Walking 10 steps back into the sheets of bed, laying there, pretending to be dead. Forgetting about life, a sweet and vicious lie.
About the Creator
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I write about my personal life experiences in poems or journal writings. Like everyone else, Im finding my place
Frankie's Song of the Week: Espresso - Sabrina Carpenter
A little something different from me while I deal with the strain of writers block. I thought I'd do a song of the week, because I have been surely annoying my neighbours and my friends with this absolute musical GEM. I am of course talking about Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter.
By Frankie Martinelli4 days ago in Beat
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