Living On A Rollercoaster.

by cassie   Jun 8, 2007


Up and Down,
just like a rollercoaster,
never knowing which way it will go,
just that it will end up the same,
a mess left broken upon the floor.

I try to pick up the pieces,
but they never fit,
just like a jigsaw puzzle,
they don't go together.

If she knows she needs help,
then why doesn't she get it?
why is it she'd rather live in the pain and suffering
that is her everyday life?

Is it because shes scared of her parents?
that they'll hurt her like before?
or is it because they'll call her names like
freak and wh ore?

The answer to this she does not know,
she wishes she could make everyone happy,
that she could finally be happy,
but maybe that just isn't meant to be.

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