Lately I've been missing my ex and I wonder why I'd even break up with him. I'm no better then the people who toy with people. This poem is just about what I think of myself and stuff... I guess
The messes I've made came back to taunt me
If being young is a blessing,
Why is it so hard,
living a life without remorse or regret,
They say it's just a phase,
will I ever grow then,
I can only imagine,
My body melting,
My heart a glacier,
Where'd all the time go?