I've never thought about the people I've hurt,
Just always the one that hurt me,
Never thought about the people I've left,
Just always the ones that left me,
Ever about the people I've betrayed,
Always the ones that betrayed me,
Always thought about the ones they did wrong,
And never confronted mine,
Why is it that I relized now,
On the front step of my house,
Is it the dark earthy sky that is giving me time to concieve,
about the dozens I have done wrong,
And never about me..
As I am sixteen,
But It feels like I've already lived more than half of my life years,
Maybe it's just the difficulties,
Thats only made me feel this way,
Further more,
I know I'll meet light,
I visualize my soon-to-be present,
But I have to admit,
That the way there is pretty opaque,
I not only believe, but I see the soon-to-be future,
lieing so close to my toes,
Closer than feet,
tipping over the edge of the water
