I feel disconnected,
a plant uprooted...

They call him the enabler,
the man sitting in that chair...

It's sad that one mistake,
can put the future on hold...

A relationship bound by the court,
two parents yearning to abort...

Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead...

Hey, here is a way
to waste your time...

I'm bothered by the fact,
that you treasure my mom...

I'm bored of writing poetry,
engulfed in all my cries...

High school friends will come and go,
some you'll forget, some you won't know...

When put on this earth,
we were given one goal...

Climb up my mountain.
Please, come sit and talk with me...

So many questions,
nobody wants to hear them...