well I'm about to be 15 i like to right poems about how i fell and nothing more i like chess, i got my heart ripped out and she is now with my so called 'best friend' and i hope one day she relize she lost the only one who cares
also I'm dixlcxic and cant spell (thank god for spell cheek =P)
I'v given it my all
I have tried and tried
i have seen my line
i have tried to brake my bond
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The tools role
Time has past I steel can not heal they say it will in time
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after a year has passed do i look to the past
yes and the thoughts of you will last
but steps are slow an healing is slower
the moon lingers in my heart
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on my feet i take this steep
wound is deep in my chest
i strive to move forward
i think to turn back
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