Help Me

Fri, 04/26/2013 - 16:06 -- Grey

I can't see the future but I can't dare look at the past.
I told myself I was done and this was the last.
I can't handle the pain!
The guilt or the blame.
But I can't escape this life.
This toughness and rage.
Hands have slipped on me,
and tongues have slurred to me.
My innocence was taken from me.
Way before I even knew about the birds and the bees.
How am I supposed to cope knowing I'm like no one else?
How am I supposed to see light if all I've known is dark?
I'm digging my own hole and I'm an inch from six feet.
Someone help me, just someone please?

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savigirl14

Innocence is a lie. Every person who tries to do good has a tainted experience of people trying to bring them down. I used to be innocent, until everyone tried to change who I am. But what if I don't want to change? Does that even matter? Read my poems and plz comment

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