I swear I like to think that I’m a good person.

Something people cry to as they watch a hearse spin.

Taking me away in return for my confound sin.

I’m sorry oh I’m sorry oh I’m sorry for what it’s been.

I’ll be a flower cut short to make a sad girls day.

In return to save my memories from being smeared away.

This world is so sick, whats the medicine to make it better?

Laughter, television, or giving a homeless man a sweater?

I’m tired of this shit, I’m sure I’m ready to go.

But I swore to my mother I wouldn’t leave until we grow.

Happiness is hiding somewhere inside a frozen creek.

Skating on it constantly trying my best to make it weak.

Someday it’ll crack and I can drown inside of it.

Looking up at the faces looking back at me, I’ll love it.

I’m starving, I should eat the pizza inside my fridge.

But I’m too busy thinking about my friend who jumped the bridge.

Laying in a slouch

Waiting on this energy to shift.

Hoping someone like me

Reads this and catches on my drift.

AltaLoma 10:35pm

Reminding you to eat your cereal with a fork and to do your homework in the dark.

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