If I say sorry, It will be just words.
I know what I did emotionally hurt.
You and me both know, I will never learn,
But you don’t know, Everyday I’m burned.
Scarred of my childhood, And what is left behind,
When I try to look back, I’m blind.
Never lived a day, No memories to burn away,
Never lived a day, So I’m what remains.
Remains I’ve never had before,
All the memories I would have loved to adore.
Never lived a day of my childhood,
Now here I am in 9th grade, Eating my food,
Acting like a child, Just to live my childhood…
Please do not plagiarize... I worked and still am working hard to get my own book published...
you can read this poem at this website...
http://authspot.com/poetry/yesterday-18/
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