I'm Too Young..
I’m too young to die
I’m too young to know the horrible pains that I know
I’m too young to know torture in the way that I do
I’m too young and yet I’m old
I’m too old to be judgmental
I’m too old to be picked on
I’m too old to be made fun of or taken advantage of
I’m too old and I should know better!
I’m confused...
life has its up and downs, wrongs and rights, and yet I feel stunk in the same place over and over again
I’d rather feel like my life was going in all different directions with different possibilities than to feel neutral and stuck, or worse
Alone
I’m worried!
I’m worried that life has lost its meaning to people
that the meaning of human life is pointless
I’m lost!
I’m so lost in every moment I’ve ever had!
The good and the bad. The happy, terrifying and amazing moments
I’m lost and I’m not sure if I want to be found.
The idea of not having to deal with reality is a good feeling, it’s a nice thought and seems to be the easy way
I’m cheap
I’m cheap, easy, selfish, and unpredictable.
I never seem to find the reason why, but I always ask why
I’m here and I’m too young
I’m too young for any of this! Life is something!! It is a place! A person! Feeling! A moment! A thing! And even an emotion…
It is a life. A life is a life. And it is strong and it is powered by God
I’m too young for my life to end, yet I am too young to know where it beings
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