Of all the times to be alive,
why did it have to be now?

I've tried so hard,
and I've made it this far, (and I still can't make it,)
so I will carry on. (so I should give up,)
People care (No one cares)
about my future.

Be brave, my love.

**Your dearest,
Victoria

There is a feeling I love.
A feeling I can't deny is my favorite.
Some may call it dangerous,
some,
may call it childish.
By I,
can't help
how much
I love it.

It's not that I'm cold
That I'm heartless
Or ignorant.

For one thing,
My passion for life
Burns bright enough to warm
My whole being,
My mind and soul.

For another,
I am heartless
Because a certain someone
Ran off with it
Yet I still care
For certain things

And lastly,
I'm not ignorant
At least, not fully.

I just selectively ignore
Those who are not worth more
Than a warning

So here's one:
Back off