I'm trapped in my soul.
Captured in this role.
Being pretty, smart,fast and strong.
Listening to the same old song.Nobody accepts us for who we are.
Tons of makeup covering old scars.
I can't take this shitt anymore.
Winning the fights losing the war.You are dead wrong about me!
I'm dying under pressure can't you see!
School, friends, training is crushing my life.
For many kids the solution is the knife...We are young kids whit no future.
We are destroyed of pressure.
We are the ones you see everyday.
Pasig you on the shop, crying, laughing, singing, dancing. . .We are the kids whit no future, destroyed by pressure, Corrupted whit depression, denied a life.
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My Darkest thoughts
PoesíaA world without love, A world without friends, A world with humans