I'm sitting in my room watching
the world crash down before us. I'm only fifteen years old
I still need to grow
and live life to the fullest.
I still haven't gotten to drive, nor got married and have kids.
I'm wondering to myself
is this the end of my time or not? Its two days later everyone is dead.
I never got to tell anyone
I was sorry.
I never got to tell my family I love them.
I never got to tell my boyfriend he meant everything to me.
I wrote this when i was 15.. things have changed.. but its still my work.
