Only Eighteen
5 January, 2006
Author: Kami
Only eighteen and still not pregnant,
I guess that was the good thing.
But still there was this sting.
A sting that wouldn't lift,
As I sit here I can see myself drift.
That sting was that of a knife.
I guess i finally relived all my strife.
But still I was only eighteen.
I hadn't lived my life to it's fullest.
I have never experienced what life could give.
------- Author's Notes -------
I know that cutting leads to nothing. Even though it can relieve the pain that is there. it only does it for a few moments so whats the use. It only leads to heartache and betrayal. So take my advise stop as soon as you can and actually live your life. Be mature and face your fears, and your own problems |
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