Oct 2018
painted boy,
with trees on his skin,
uses the drums,
to fight anxiety and win.
skeleton kid,
with eyes haunted by ghosts,
reveals lyrics he once hid,
but he still thinks more than most.
mutant kids,
our hope in our fists,
decide to stay alive,
as our dying wish.
with trees on his skin,
uses the drums,
to fight anxiety and win.
skeleton kid,
with eyes haunted by ghosts,
reveals lyrics he once hid,
but he still thinks more than most.
mutant kids,
our hope in our fists,
decide to stay alive,
as our dying wish.
I've always wanted to write and ode to something inspiring in my life. This has inspired me. Let me know if you understand what it means. I like the title, because these people are all fighters, people who don't take the easy way and let their problems overcome them, they fight and they dream of hope. And maybe that's you, hope it is
