Collecting names

My youth is still not over, 
but shadows fill the empty spaces,
where people used to be. 
My minds still troubled,
my lungs still weak,
and my hearts still on fire.
Collecting the names,
of the ones who hurt me.
All I was chasing were my dreams
and the love from my family.
I am just another face you left behind,
for someone better than me.
My eyes are still damp from the words they left.
 

Amelia_v

VT

17 years old