Just another teenage dirtbag with smoke in my lungs and death on my mind, feeling like it's the end of the world, and wishing I had said I love you before you said goodbye. Guess I'll just drown my sorrows in a bottle of booze and hope I don't get behind the wheel, because I don't wanna end up like another teenage dirtbag with no future. But the future doesn't seem as bright. See, all my dreams are broken and all my friends are dead. There's not light at the end of this tunnel. Just a darkness that seems to last forever. But that seems better than the world I'm living in. Blood runs through the streets, the patriarchy is at its finest, people are killing people like it's sport. And don't even think about being different, cause that means signing your own death sentence. All this is seeming so bad, but nobody is trying to change it. Guess I'll just continue to be a teenage dirtbag, cause I'd rather be that than a teenage murderer or worse, dead.
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Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
