Remember I'm just another
Suicidal teenager looking
For a fight.
Another person who grew
Up to fast and saw the horrids
In this Earth.
Another kid who doesn't
Want to live, another soul
That will be forgotten like dust.
Another person who makes no
Impact, taking up space
In this too full world.
That dusty book you picked
Up once read the first page
Then closed the book.
A person who will soon
Be forgot who won't
Matter furthermore.
One of those people who
End up on the street dead in
An alley with a bullet hole in
Our stomach.
A person who wasn't meant
To be here a fucking mistake.
A person who doesn't want
To be here.
