The past

The past

The fool I was
The time that will pas
Its so strange
Its completly out of my range

I cant put this together
I cant do it better
I cant acept it
This is not how it wil fit

I keep repeating it to myself
That time when I stil was twelve
I cant acept this fate
I realised it all to late

Im feeling so dead
Im feeling so sad
Im feeling so torn
Im realy outworn

Can no one make me better
Put my mind al together
Please help me
So I dont have to run hide or flee

thts a good poem just a lil editing is needed but its still awsome