Hello it's me. I was wondering i you were forgetting about me.

I don't need a hand to hold. Even when the night is cold, I've got that fire in my soul. Oh wait. I'm a ginger, I don't have a soul.

Once i was 7 years old. My friends mom told me. Go inside for your own safety. I saw the gun she pulled, it was within a second. Once I was 7 years old.

Redhead.

I wish that my words would roll out of my mouth, landing in your head but they are stuck on my tongue. But instead I am close to choking on them and you don't even noticed it.

Sometimes I wish I could stop my brain from (over)thinking. Or hold a speaker beside it so everyone will know what's going on in my head because I can't let it out.