Pieces of glass Tears against my skin Red running down With my head throbbing I’m lost And nothing can help I drink away my sorrows For a hope of a better tomorrow I smoke *** For a hope to forget the past I need to find my way In this life So I can finally Live without strife Kicked out for being me Beaten for being a freak What am I to do now?
Yeah, I’m trying a new way of writing. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it.