28-01-2017
I'm an outcast looking in. Im finding joy in a bottle, Call my next of kin. Finding hope in a working lighter, A burning sensation strikes my skin. No one understand it. It makes no sense.
Privileged
My addiction is anger, It feeds my power. I worked so hard while your up in your tower, Served on a silver platter. I pass you on the streets, I feel as if I can't compete. With a privileged child, Should I admit defeat? I know I don't need your money, Cause my pain is weakness leaving the body.
Hopeless
What do I do with the words on the page? What do I do with the thoughts in my brain? What do I do to prevent the strain? What do I do to keep myself sane? What do I do when i don't understand?
