There are so many things
that get to me.
It feels like I can’t grab my wings
and flee.
Life is hurting,
Lost loves are painful.
I can’t help my flirting.
Even though it can be baneful.
Don’t tell me what to do.
I already have so many worries.
You should just find someone new
So I can finish your stories.
We are no more,
you and I.
We lasted then were torn
because of some lie.
I found a light
at the end of my dark mind.
I think i can put up this fight
and leave the pain behind.
I hope you find something.
something to hold on to.
Something dear and better.
Something that is not me…
Writing a Paige 