I fell,
And fell hard did I.
Didn't want to be like them.
Didn't want in my life the demons
That so strongly hold them all back.
I thought if I tried hard enough,
I'd be the good one,
The one to change the path they were all on.
And still are on.
I cry alot because I can't help them,
Though,
Sometimes I feel I can't help myself.
So how am I supposed to make a difference?
I doubt I can,
But why not atleast try?
Big metal doors will have to be pryed.
Opened to the real world infront of us all.
So hoepfully they can see what is really happening.

11/06/2010

Author's Note: In other poems you'll see that I dont want to be like the "rest" in here, you'll find that I considered myself as the "fallen".

Posted on 11/06/2010
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