People tell my I’m so confused, I’m so young,

but yet my heart is bruised.

I plan to let this feeling soar,

I wish I hadn’t but I came back for more.

It’s silly of me in a way, and every time I hear you,

i push myself to stray.

I tell myself to just let this feeling die.

I try to convince myself, but I say “no”, and sigh.

I can’t quit tell what I may do, I sit back and write,

then i change my mood.

I care too much to just let you down, but I’m not always with you,

and all I wear is a frown.

How can you be okay with what you’ve done?

There’s no reason, not one.

Are you happy with your life, and where it went?

Not me, crying for hours is what I spent.

When it happens to you, It won’t be funny,

your sky’s will be Grey, instead of sunny.

You will eventually know just how I felt.

When that moment comes, your heart will melt.

I hope it hurts even worse, like a stab in the heart,

an evil curse.

Tell me how it feels after it’s said and done. Now do you think it’s fun?