My Life, My Pain
I never taught growing up would be so hard…guess itz true what they say..”life isnt a bed full of roses”…alotta adults say “you are just 16..you dont know what life is”…what they dont know is I’ve learnt alot more in those 16 years than a 60 years old would have.
They think everything is to be taught in school….but do they teach in school how to stop loving someone that doesnt love you back…or how to say goodbye when you dont want to…or how to say the right thing even if doing the wrong thing would make you among the “cool” kids in school.
Does school teach you how to end a relationship cause itz not right for you…how to forget the taste of his lipz…how they taste like kitkat…his warm soft voice.
I remember my first time at a club..sneaking outta the house at night cause its fun…my first sip of alcohol…with my head banging so hard I could almost cry…my “first time” with a guy….how I felt as the words escaped his mouth “whats your name again?”
They said life is a bitch…but trust me itz worse than a bitch.