My life ran full of poke ***** and if mom got ice cream or not.
It wasn't when will my next cut be or will this be the day I starve again.
Life used to be climbing castle walls in my head and rolling down *****, brown green hills.
Life changes in the blink of an eye, though you don't quite…see it, till it's too late.

When I was 10 I had my first pokemon game, I leveled up my charmander with love and affection cause I didn't own a real animal.

When I was 14 I made my first cut.

15 I fell in love and didn't let her know till I was ready to die three years later.

You see I let time slip me by, like a friend who smoked too much *** or a lover gone wrong.
I hid away my scars till they were distant memories but man did I dig them up.
My past has been sour, like the milk my uncle drank.
Curled were the relationships I'd made.
The thoughts made me want to puke.
White buzzing was what went through my head.

I'm 18. I have a stable relationship. I'm getting married. Pokemon are my other friends when the real one's aren't there. I won't let time slip me by now, despite how wrong my past went.