by diary of a brokenlife

Why don’t love come to be so clear? Every turn I make is a dead end I can never find a way out. I let so much pain   into my life. I hope life isnt   what is making . I wish and dream of a perfect life but I always snap out  of it. All the cuts and bruises are battle wounds but yet my life is a battle. It seems that every person I meet shoots  my heart and I keep walking. And continue getting shot. Then I walk into your life, and you don’t own a gun, you kiss my heart and heal the wombs.
But that’s all in my dream

nobody’s perfect but having something real is worth more than anything. teens if you are struggling with love or relationships take time for yourself and figure out what you wanna do. Can take you down a bumpy roller coaster.