Where Im From - September 2011

I come from a world full of struggles, where no one can see my pain.

Thinking about how times have passed, and life has changed.

My crayons are now drugs, my juice has some extra ingrediants. Sex is the center of the universe and you can't go a day without drama.

Blood is pouring, and pills are dissolving, the world is disappearing but not soon enough.

 I light up, and haul on my cigarette trying to numb some of the pain, think to myself  'daddy, i'm coming home to stay.'

 I wake up and wonder where I am. Hear sounds all around me and know, Im still in a place I hate. A few tests later, and I now know my attempt didn't fail. I'm now a murderer, and I feel so empty.

If only I could go back and the struggles of life would change. But as they say, every death brings new life; But how can so much joy, be caused by so much pain?