drugs,
they course through your vains,
leave horrible marks,
not only marks where they enter,
marks in your brain,
they can leave you going insane,
like my brother,
he did them too young,
ended up killing himself,
the drugs messed with his head,
*** he was in the wrong environment,
thats what they said.
but ive taken them too,
i enjoy them but only occasionally,
i smoke **** nearly everyday,
even go out and sniff coke with mates,
but i do know my limits,
and will soon stop someday,
but im young and im dumb,
theres so much fun to be had,
after all im only 17 years of age.
some say i should know better as they killed my mum too,
for me drugs are not a get away,
i dont use them to cover any sadness up,
thats how i know when i take them im okay,
because im happy when i take them and they make me more so,
but im happy all the time so they wont stick like they say.

violence
i watched my brother get his legs nearly chopped off,
attacked in the night by a man all in black clothes,
look out of my window and just down the street,
theres a man with a machete slicing through his knee caps like meat,
accross the road my other brothers are there in safety of a shadow but i can make them out clear,
the man leaves my brother on the floor covered in blood,
a woman runs out the house with towels and a phone,
shes doing something with his legs,
anyway turns out she saved his life,
the ambulance came congratulated her and took my big bro away,
his knees now made of metal,
and his shins made of plates,
he barely leaves his house,
hes scared he will never find peace,
hes been stabbed 7 times and shot 3 times on top,
basically the bad things seem never to stop.
the fun thing about it is when you get your own back,
my big sister did that when her boyfriend was an abusive old ****,
she beat him up in the garden when he pushed her down the stairs,
it wasnt because of that though it was *** he had called her a *****!!
i grew up with 7 brothers so i seem pretty tough,
but when i fight i get unbelievably rough,
sometimes i cant stop once ive started,
so i try to steer clear of confrontation and stuff.

Death
well ive seen plenty of that,
ive seen people die,
ive seen people come close to dying,
but the people ive watched have always died fighting,
even if that fighting is with themselves,
not one of them gave up without a fight,
death is..
cold.
unfair.
destructive.
but its also...
beautiful.
peaceful.
and even sometimes wanted.