In a couple of years I won’t feel like this
My hands wont longer feel like there shaken all the time
A single tear won’t make me into a total mess
My emotions will never be bottled up any more
I’ll be saying hello to all the next chapters
And saying good bye to everything involving despair
And what use to be my cold heart
Will be restored back to life where it should be
And I’ll be no longer fighting how I feel
It’s a lot easier if I don’t care about anything
Involving stereotypes from people talking behind backs
I’m no longer caring what they think
And I’ll just be a little warrior fighting for something
That’s worth it then something that’s fake
In the end it takes more time worrying
About every last word they said
But most of all it takes time
To fix a cold heart back to where it should stay
- stephanie broadbent. ♥
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