I'm down an out, my flames just a flicker. The voice that I speak has now became a whisper. I've lost myself for the thousandth time, so here I am writing some stupid little rhyme. I won't  sugar coat it, I won't be polite, because speaking the truth is always what's right. I won't write a love song, a ballad, or rap. I wont write about scorn and how love is a trap. I won't write about evil, or sins or deeds, I won't write about how you're supposed to set love free. I won't write about judging, or mocking or being cruel, I won't write about smoking or drinking or breaking the rules. I won't write about math, or English or history, I won't write something stupid saying tomorrow's just a mystery. I won't write about freedom, or living your life to the fullest. I won't write about someone taking their life with some bullets. I won't write about heartache or sadness or lust, I won't write about happiness, or righteous or a book about trust. I won't write about promises, or bending the rules, I won't right about how guys are always such tools. I won't right about suicide, or self harm, or cutting. I won't write about preppy girls and how they're always strutting.  I won't write about any of these, I won't write about none. But as I re-read this I realize that's what I've done.