the cold harsh winds start to pace
As my small shallow heart starts to race
I now know,
I'm loosing the things I cared for the most
I long for the moments you used to draw me close
You're now gone
and I'm to blame
I'm sorry for
everything
YOU ARE READING
Buried secrets
PoetryTell me how to find the will to live when your already dead . I'm 15 years old and this is the thoughts that haunt me ....
