WARNING This piece refers to suicide.
As I finally stand taunted by my teenage years
Too young to be an adult
Too old to be a kid
I don’t know myself
I run through the dark passages of the city
My ears and eyes are blinded
I fade from innocence
Day becomes night
Night becomes day
Try to save me
Try not save me
Speechless are my thoughts
What is wrong becomes right
What is right becomes wrong
Weed and sex
I fall in the temptations of earth
My Depression swallowed me
I vomit anxiety
I bleed tears
Heads turn everywhere
My voice murders me
My face is rotting
Pimples all over my face
My sexuality
My individuality
My independence
I am killed everyday
I new world I see
I stink
I don’t know
Solace is no more
Thinking is not an option
I’m not popular
Discouraged is my infrugated prospect
Anger issues
Rage and Age
I grow more than I wanted to grow
I died not yet
But yet not
My pillows gets soaked with tears
Extrovert and introvert I am
Stand in awe old Satan
I never ever want to be a teenager again
Suicide
Suicide
Suicide!