Life sucks for me, yet no one chooses to see my pain. Teenage hurt is all they say, thinking I’ll be ok. My pains run far and wide as my heart sink’s deeper. I want out. I yearn to be free of all you causers of my pain who choice not to see. My marks are more then teenage years, they'er the marks of all people using me as there Pandora of secrets. But my pains are mingled in with their tears and to let my pains out lets all secrets free. I’ve intertwined self with to many problems. I need to be free. Some one tell me to open my box so I can be free before all dies with me. |