A Crossroads Of Tearing Apart Poem by Desiree Whitamore

Can I tell you whats been going on with me?
you have to promise me something though
If i tell you about all my misery
you have to let me go
i'm old enough now to learn
i've grown up too fast
but now that our tables turn
i'm still stuck in the past
if i don't run away from it all
and the past that threatens my heart
i might end up at a wall
a crossroads of tearing apart.
I see that i'm not needed here
i see the same thing every day
i'm scared of the constant fear
the fear of turning away
for once i am gone will you remember
all of the laughs we have shared.
and the last little glowing ember
of the fire that once wildly flared.
I have no doubt in mind
that i will remember the truth
and the dreams that we hoped to find
with the last of our innocent youth