Empty space inside of me,
a front that reads no vacancies...

I am going to paint a picture,
of what all of you would see...

Pollen touches the tip of my nose,
legs weaken, testosterone flows...

Our world is moving backward,
fighting wars from in the past...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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