In the corner she sits
so lost and empty
everything seems to be missing
she's got nothing left
true love
or
true lust?
The feeling of being wanted
instead of pushed away
a couple of drinks here and there
she starts to feel calm
finally freedom arrives
but the line of insanity has been crossed
out of control
along trailed a train of regret
a headache
a lost and confused girl sits calmly
rumors, nasty rumors
the thought of did I really comes through
I dont do that
change
it comes over a small period of time
starting over?
no one knows her past
lies, truth, repeat
three choices..which to choose?
out of every little decision
there becomes one BIG outcome
A/N:A true poem of my life...sucks I know but they were random thoughts
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