how adults deal with their problems?

do they cry in their beds so their children wont hear?
do they drink away their problems every night?

do you pay for alcohol with your maxed out credit card?
do you work and work until your mind wanders to stress instead of sadness?

do you drink tea in your bathtub with the temperature just under boil?
do you put on a fake smile everyday?

do you ignore your problems or do you run away from them?




how do i handle my mind in 10 years when i'm an adult?

Will this day ever end?
from 8-5pm
Room 302
English, French, Biology, Arithmetic, Spanish
and who knows what else
I long for my comfy bed and the warmth of my room upstairs
the teacher drones on all day
she's ok but she has an god-awful nasally voice
nope its not congestion
she must have been born that way
She talks and paces the room
back-and-forth
back-and-forth
Its enough to give me neck pain
But the ruler that she has on her is the absolute worst
its 30 cm long and made from wood
I long for a proper breakfast and big cups of creamy cocoa
Who eats porridge anymore?
cinnamon makes me sneeze
and I will turn green if I see another granny smith apple
I want to go out and just walk around--
" So could you tell us what the answer is Harold"
It's 32 Mom
Uh- I mean Mam

when i’m feeling kinda sick, i fill my stomach with some ****

when i’m feeling kinda down, i eats lots of chocolate brown

when I wanna **** myself, I go raid the pantry shelf

when I’m feeling all alone, I buy fancy toblerone

Slouching at a dusty table
By the company of a candles light
There is a lonely writer
But he has no words to write

Plots and characters in his mind
Seem to escape his fingertips
Most likely they were washed away
By the whiskey on his lips

In the dim room he stays
Staring into space
The paper waiting in his typewriter
As blank as the expression on his face

He sits and smokes
Upon his withering cigar
While he weeps inside his head
Wondering where the words are

The rush
The violence
Insolence
Depression
Ruling our world
Hearts being pulled
And conquered by hate
**** isn’t this great
Go ahead and eat
What’s on your plate
You fixed this meal
So don’t complain
When your wounds won’t heal
Because you picked your scabs
From the places you stabbed
Except this you
That I keep referring too
Isn’t just one soul
Because each of us know
In our own hearts
That we have played our part
In the madness of this world
So why isn’t love being poured?
And kids being nurtured
Instead of silently tortured
Inside some home
Where love has never been shown
Nothing here is fair
So when are we gonna rise up
And actually care?

There’s rarely any joy
Left in leveling the playing field
**** or be killed
And the world doesn’t want a shield
Only to sleep and to work
For the end
To live by the dollar
And die by the trend
To defend them would be
My existence’s
Honor
But I covet peace
Like a kami wind bomber
Just pondering all of the dreams
That they squander
The people they slaughter
These true men in ruins
Of Frankenstein’s Monster
A Las Vegas concert
A Wild West myth
I pack write lightning heat
Like a Mustafar Sith
But this Vader comes later
To savor the darkness
Within the machine’s
Pax-American carcass
Of ravenous Reagan’s
Who’d let your kids starve
And contain the unsane
To fund wars in the stars
Don’t you see?
It’s the same tricky dixiecrat reaper
Delusional geezer
The neo-Liberial pyramid schemer
Who still thinks illegal is Spanish for dreamer
And trains Contra dogs
For some searches and seizure
Misogyny cowboy
Digs coal in a hole
His cash flowin’ like oil’s
Re-standardized gold  
As the livestock in rot market’s
Shelves gettin’ old
As they waste away youth
With MAD weapons they hold
Convincing us greed
Is salvation of soul
Until even the “good” neighborhood’s
Hooked on Cold
Where the story unfolds yet again in my favor
Just penned in the blood of the winning side’s slavers

Ash falling from the sky
Fire raging in the hills
This is California life
Apocalyptic weather that gives me chills
I know this is the end times
So I have to express my feelings through these rhymes
Before it's too late
The changing climate is humanity's fate
We ignore what's there and instead spread hate
Polar bears starving
Glaciers melting
In the stone my name I be carving
So the future species can know the story I'm telling
We had our chance
To perfect this life dance
We failed
Life will go on
In this universe humans are simply pawns
But we have to try to do something
So we don't die doing nothing
Preserve innocent organisms
Instead of making millions through capitalism
Greed will end this intelligent animal breed that will lead to nuclear war
That reality is not that far
So gather all your hopes in a jar
Because we have to cope with our scars
Even that remnant of the deepest wound
We should have been flying among the stars but instead created our imminent doom
I hope there is a god to save us.
To bring peace among this Earth.
But the way I see it there is only us.
So come together
We have to save our planet
Something that we can make last forever
Never take that for granted
I wish I could say more but I have to go
I have to open that door to understand what life's for

You came and took my breath away,
Took my soul and now I'm clay,
For you to mould as you see fit,
To reassemble bit by bit.

Give me a brain to think of you,
Give me a heart to bring life new,
Give me veins for my blood to race,
Give me fingers to stroke your face.

Take my brain and make it yours.
Take my heart and smash it on the floor.
Take my veins and tie them in knots.
Take my fingers and let them rot.

You came and took my breath away,
Stole my soul and left me clay,
For you to slice and pound and rip,
To dismantle and to leave in bits.