little poems

a verse of a song that i will never sing cause i cant sing

im so lonely
can you phone me
picking draw cause my grinders not at home we
dont have enough time to talk about how stony
i am so lets just snort until my nose bleeds
joking! im very very lucky
not upset that no one wants to fuck me
not angry my brothers fucking up me
jheez, stop asking if im alright clearly not, we
well we can see where this one ends
im a fast car thats smashing round the bends
im a rizla that doesn't have a sticky end
and all i really want is my family and my friends
yeah, its best to call it a night, can feel it in the air that you dont want my insight
into how flight is better than to fight, cause ive been fighting years and im still not alright
seeya, please shut the door behind, dont want the outside to see me sniffing lines to
mask the pain im storing deep inside, and if my mummy read this i think she'd fucking cry
so mum, if you are reading this
wondering "dear god how did she get into this mess"
dad would say that its probably down to stress (as if he's got a phd in this)
it's fine, my brains just taking the piss
i love you, and after this, ill come down, make some tea, give you a kiss