Last year if a person had come up to me in the street,
and told me everything that was to come I would have smiled at my feet,
And said, Oh no, that won't happen, not to me,
Not with the way I act an be.
Do you know why?
Because last year I thought I was going to die,
I didn't think I'd even live past twenty,
Some people like me only get half as many,
But then things got brighter,
It was like someone through a lighter,
Into my life,
They gave me friends and books and dreams,
But more importantly they gave me you,
They gave me you and from that I found,
That life goes on, each day is bound;
So I'm not done with this crazy life,
No, I'm not gone without a fight;
YOU ARE READING
All My Shit Is In A Book
RandomI'm the creator of my own greatest disaster. I write for me a no one else. I want you all safe. Please stick with the awful writing at the start of this collection. I started writing two years ago and have developed a lot.
