rhoswen

No, the world hasn't yet come to an end,
This is the world everyone else lives in,
My world hasn't come to an end either
But it is being stretched in two directions,
It is all about guys or a guy,
Again.
How do I tell him, how do I let him know?
I don't want to, I am not good with words
My fears won't let me be alone,
Always they are with me,
I can't out run them.
My other side says you shouldn't worry about it,
Time will make it go away,
Time heals all wounds.
I am too young to let something so little bother me,
But I can't breathe,
The way I live can't be achieved,
I can't stand it.
Always there, suffocating me,
Careing for me in all ways possible,
Making my breath his own.
he knows how to make me talk,
I know what he wants to hear.,
So I tell him.
Self destruction is all it is.
I am going to make myself burst
All of me will be gone,
But then I can breathe