My life is a circle. There is no point.
To find some meaning, I smoke my joint.
Drugs are bad. But school is too.
At least pills make me happier than filling Dad's shoes.
Read this, my life, wrist in lacerations
Picked up in a cop car, taken to the station
No matter how hard I try, I always fail.
Pray for the sun, but God makes it hail.
Dad wants my excellence, but I take my ecstasy
I'll never be him, I'll always be me.
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Scribbles, Thoughts, and Doodles.
PoesíaA collection of mostly poems and a few stories. I will be continuously adding to this as I experience life and need a creative outlet to express myself. I hope this reaches people who can relate, and if you can't, I hope you get to know me as you vi...
