So I got a few problems
Got a few cuts
Failing some classes
Starting fights
Smoking weed
And other stuff
Broken some laws
Don't act right
Breaking me down
Though I never cry
Won't listen to anyone
Don't care anymore
Going bad places
Shut out the light
I don't talk
Just shut the door.
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But they say
I won't make it to my 18th birthday
They say
I won't make it out alive
Well I've always liked a challenge
And I refuse to let them win
So for no other reason
Fuck them, I'm gonna survive.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoesíaUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
