I may die young, but I won't die alone.
Not with the friends that continue to block
each venom filled response I offer
as if I didn't say a single thing
and just offer another soda pop.
Guess it's because they're just like me.
Renegades who have gone through the pain
and are just looking for similar renegades
that are just like who they are:
Wild, young, with absolutely nothing to lose
but short portions of their insignificant lives.
If life is so short, then perhaps we might as well
just make peace with what we've got.
If what they've got is a self-deprecating human
with nothing more than a facade that can
shield them from the hardest of blows
that only lowers with time?
So be it then, all that matters is that
we may die young, but we won't die alone.