You took my hand and led me to a far away land. To somewhere I did not know of. I thought it was all grand. But after awhile it all went bad. It was beautiful and happy for one day. But after only one night it all went down the drain.
I’m tired of feeling broken tossed and turned in every direction threw around as if I were a rag doll and no one was there to catch me when I fell.
You said you care so much but you didn’t care at all you deserve a punch in the face but I am more mature than you because who was there to catch you when you fell? At first it was me then its not you might as well get over yourself and grow up from that little kid playing with the ball. You’re not five years old anymore so you might as well step up and make a bold move and change who you have become now it’s all on you. Its up to you as to where you lead yourself from here and I kind of hope you beat yourself up over what you have done. Now what you have brought yourself into can never be undone that little world you brought me into I am out and on my own growing up more than you so while you’re in your own little fantasy world… you will have to leave sometime….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Grrrrr i really do not like tis poem maybe it has something to d with te fact that it is about me: (ok well i like the poem hate the fact its about me! ! ! !