My life has just begun, my feelings are more real, I'm beginning to understand what my body is capable to feel. My heart sometimes truly does break, for everything I have ever taken for granted, for every smile that I try my best to fake. The time goes by faster, as I try my best to hide, my mind sometimes wonder with the anger thoughts I keep bottled up inside. Ready to explode like such a powerful storm, sooner or later my heart will eventually take it's true form. I can no longer say that happy endings come true, inside my mind words tumble, and I don't realize the things that I once amounted to. Realizing the grave that I just dug is mine, and the words on the tomb stone clearly reads "inside she's broken, but on the outside she's fine." I sometimes ask myself how could this be, that if God is my true savior where is he when I need him, how come he isn't saving me? I ask myself for the chance to laugh one more day, the wisdom is far to old for a mind as young as mine to stay. Deep inside my cowardly mind, I sometimes drift as my world is leaving me behind. Who I am to say that my life is really done, when I try my best to stay still, my feet keep on moving, once again I am on the run.
