𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖋 𝖒𝖞 𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖉

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖃 || 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖐𝖘

i was born in a fucked up century,
the youth are chewing gum laced with nicotine,
and we're all killing things,
ourselves mostly.

our parents think we're "healing",
in reality they're the ones ruining,
and i'm neurotic and running from anxiety,
paranoia has got a wild hold on me.

and when i try to strangle myself,
my dad's the one laughing and i'm dying
and it's like, goddamn, give some hope for the youth,
we're all just dying.

they'll do anything and everything just to keep you clean,
even if it means taking your human rights, basically

and the doctor's don't fucking believe me when i say,
"oh shit! i'm seeing things!"
and i'm just crazy and need the over the counter medication and to add to my formulary.

all my family triggers me and they don't give a shit,
and i'm my own detonator and i'll go out in a bang,
fuck my last name,
i'll give no apologies for being young and loaded.

i'm so not okay and i have cigarette burns on my arms,
and it's terrible to be a joke,
then you all move on,
well, fuck you all 'cause who said i needed you.

fuck you,
i'll be okay and i'll live my own way.

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||live my own way/i don't need you|| ~ angel

(sorry if this isn't a good poem, i wrote it after a traumatic moment, so i was just doing it to quickly write all my feelings out.)