fly away
pins to the paper making my thoughts bleed
wondering when the world is gonna kill me
to much heart ache and misery
these litle things i hate i have to call memories
more like food to fears
they feed off it because they no im scared
18 years old with nothing to lose
nothing but drugs and abuse
praying to god to come rescue me
send me away and let my spirit free
no more of these little memories
to remind me of how life use to be
i get on and push through
no more fear, no more you
happiest thought, is no more abuse
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