My Life is...
My Life is...
My piano.
my medication.
my freezing hands.
my notebooks.
my thoughts.
"Mozart's Foster parents put ciggerates out in his ears. When he got old enough to stutter he said, I don't listen but I-I-I can hear." Sometimes I bite my nails. Sometimes I mix up whats real or not. Sometimes people think i am a liar because of it. Sometimes I smile alot. Sometimes I get good grades, & look pretty & have my parents become proud of me, & then I wake up. Sometimes i stutter. Sometimes people love me. Sometimes I hate myself. Sometimes i drink lots of water. Sometimes I love the world. Somtimes hate me with the deepest core of there hearts. Sometimes i think to much. Sometimes i write all over my arms. Sometimes i want to die. Sometimes i clean the whole house. Sometimes i am happy. Sometimes I think i know who i am, then another "sometimes" comes along & I am confused again.
We were kids, I was a fountain.
You could never drink enough.
I was to weak, & soon to empty
which is where the end begun
Please pose my skeletal remains.
Give them a working pen, & some modern font
I wont die with a smile
But at least baby...you got what you want.
So I'll be dead before you put the gun in my brothers hand.
Because you kept leaning on me when i couldnt even stand.
I've used up all my strength to hold you, as you dug your nails into my arms.
You wouldnt let go, i couldnt drag you anymore & i couldnt pass it as charm.
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