They say "What's your inspiration?"
I say, "It's just my vivid imagination"
Something inside of me is changing
My heart is racing
A drink to make me think
Each pill adds to my will to live
Or does it?
The drugs will make it lit
Let is set in for a bit
It's just another hit
Run out and throw a fit
Get pissed and throw some hits
Pretend to not give a shit
These songs I will invent
Lost everyone I had to vent
They threw me away like pocket lint
I couldn't take a hint
They only want me when its them I benefit
But they really don't give a shit
They don't care if I live...
So should I?
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Mixed Emotions
PoetryAll my Poems and thoughts in one book. Enjoy, keep in mind i was only 12 when i wrote most of these. Disclaimer: Most parts with multiple parts are songs
