MEOW B*TCH! How you doin mama cita? How are yall enjoying life? Cool okay~

Here's a free verse poem on the spot.

Have you ever wondered why were all still alive only to do stupid things that don't make sense and make sense at the same time?

I laugh, I cry, I dream, and scream trying to find out what everything means for me.
I got caught when I bought those stupid walkie talkies.
Right now I'm smiling making stupid rhymes that don't make sense.
No offense if none of this really makes any sense.

Walking down in memory lane I'm going insane trying to be the same.
It won't work out I wasn't cut out for this life.
I lived back then but now I died.
I want to bash my head unto the walls and into the halls I want scream that I had a dream a dream of  which is dead.

Dreams are dead I used to think ahead.
They never told me it was going to be like this.
 I dropped dead the moment I walked upon those stairs.
I stared at the the stars looking at my scars the scars in my heart.

My wrists they twist trying to resist the risks of pain and shame.
To hide my pain I made a paper plane that flew unto you.
I made a mask that had a lot of tasks.
I stepped on glass bled out till I died.

I cracked a smile walking down a mile through piles and miles of broken glass.
The shards they burrowed into my feet.
I bleed into the ground and sobbed.
I cried my bloody tears out.

Okay this is a weird as poem and I probably didn't even bother to do it right so yeah hope you enjoyed reading that.