PISCES WAS BORN TIRED

Burn that cigarette!
what's another dash of nicotine in a bloodstream of pesticides?
Dirt smirn over pale walls; I can smell the blood
gag reflex numb of abuse
Halucinatin screams
not to stand the sound of silence
my eyes -the color of my soul
gimme wings so I can crash
into that building next to my prison door
Imma a ***** with a mans mind nd
the best love arises from hopelesness
cuz u'll always be my hero though u've lost your mind
so better pretend u have something to live for
hit me, I won't cry?
cuz hurt is all i know
nd this poem doesn't mean what u think,no