I have a vine and a poetry rhyme.
Writing and laughing help me cope with the climbing rope.
If I fall I'll break some bones and yell out some moans.
Give me hope because i'm already in doubt.
Stressed so much,
Just so I can impress.
Nervous about everything is it for anything?
Depressed I just need to get up and get dressed
Reminding myself not to get into trouble,
For I know I couldn't handle the arrest.
Haunted by everyday struggle.
Sometimes I feel unwanted I need to get out of my bubble.
But my heart is smart for loving so many.
Putting you before myself.