Alone I walk the streets at night
Alone I deflate myself with this razor-sharp knife
Alone I was, alone I stay
Alone I live this life like a bomb site
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Childhood was a time of innocence
When life was considered to be unambiguous
When the world seemed to be fair
When the universe was based around our little brown bear
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Goodbye Mum I had to say
Last December on a winter's day
Everyone was telling me it was for the best
But for me it felt like an unwelcome guest
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Summer is here
It has to be the best time of the year
Music, parties and a whole lot more
You have a lot to be looking out for
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Hey, well Im Tasha and Im 16. I write poetry, but I have only got into it, so my pieces may not be very good yet. I aim to get better though by taking A Level English Literature. I respect individuals opinions on my work as they will help improve my poetry and make me a better poet.)
Alone
Alone I walk the streets at night
Alone I deflate myself with this razor-sharp knife
Alone I was, alone I stay
Alone I live this life like a bomb site
Alone I sleep, alone I eat
Alone I breathe, alone I cheat
Alone I walk, alone I run
Alone I weep, alone I shriek
Alone, the bubble in which I remain
Alone I puncture my wounded veins
Alone I am, no love to send
Alone I am, astray to the end.