I know I'm not suppose to be here,
But if I left?
Would you care?
Or would you let me go,
Only dare to stare,
I know I'm only a mistake,
One you probably wish you could retake,
But yet god has let me live,
And I guess that is a kind gift,
But how I wish,
I didn't live...
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My name is Caroline Ingrid Perry. I am 13 years old and live in Vermont! I absolutely love soccer, basketball, writing, June, poetry, food, color, traveling, my family, my friends, the city, the beach, culture, Vermont, The Wanted, music, London, the UK, One Direction and so many other things. I love writing, and I hope everyone likes my poetry and stories! My best friend is Kylie Helfant! She's absolutely hilarious and I love her to death!
A Darkening. When the end draws near. Things become dark. We run around trying to find a spark. But all we find is fear. The blank look of honest fear. No longer together we hide alone.
The sound the sound keeps going round. In my head the beat continues to pound. The same old tune day after day. Is there really nothing new to say. I need to breathe and I need to live.
Why are we hiding When the sun is this blinding. Are you scared of the night Or too weak to fight. Why should we leave When there's nobody to deceive. Are we running together Or apart forever.
I'm scared to jump into the fire I'm scared I'm gonna fall I won't ever take the risk I won't lose it all I'll never know until I try But is it worth the pain Should I open up my heart Or shut it...
Being me is hard, trying to make people impressed. It takes me off my guard, and makes me feel depressed. Everyone is yelling, Making me cry inside. I just keep telling myself to forget it and hide.
I'm sitting, listening to silence Time seems to hollow out time A war is going on, but no sign of violence.
I will hopefully add to this as time goes on c: We are the Forgotten Lost in the distance Unable to see Still yearning to be We are the Silenced The masked and the shunned Swiftly tossed...
I do all this posting, they look like shite. But everyone keeps liking the words that I write. Don't know what's wrong with my mood these days. I don't appreciate what I spell or the words I say.
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