Me

by Ava Milan   Jul 1, 2010


Its crazy how hard my heart beats when i get nervous and what kills me is you made me this way.
fun-loving, carefree...that used to be me.
Now i'm a wreck, just an empty shell upon which you tread every day.
Why did it have to be this way?

Why are things so easy for some people in this life, but all i
get is trouble and plenty of strife.
My heart aches with almost every beat, it aches for something that can never be.

That something is the old me.

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