seven years before

ive got a packet full of papers, scribbles on the page, alot of silly fancy words to cover up the rage. Ive got a chip on my shoulder and the sadness shows in my eyes, the most beauty i ever felt, dies… Slowly and there is nothing i can do but face each new day as i have faced so many days piled up in the past. Alone. * she is soo young, so dont be suprised when she rips off your wings with curious eyes.dont blame her for being cruel, mommy and daddy said it was cool, and you have to learn what you’re told, you blonde headed fool.take away this tender care that was poisoned into pain, i thought that you were special, i forgot everyone was the same.