Second poem

by alicia   Aug 26, 2008


I cant handle this confusion
this is my conclusion
wishing for death
doing meth
just trying to make it
not fitting in
cutting night after night
losing my spite
trying to fly a kite
losing all my might
no one cares
parents are not fair
i swear
he better not be alive
when im 18
he wont make it to 75

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