All I’ve ever wanted,
is to live my life to the point that
I can die with no regrets.
Live to the point where when I’m
on my deathbed,
I won’t have to wonder “what if?”
I want to live recklessly,
I want to get in trouble, get hurt, and
smile the whole **** time.
I want to make wrong choices,
get high, and party for days.
I want to stumble into my room at
3 a.m. drunk and high,
thinking about good times with
even greater people.
I want to drive to another state,
while smoking with a friend,
talking about anything and everything.
Hell, I want to take a train ride to
Colorado with my sister one day,
and spark a blunt while we stare out the
window at the pine forests and rain.
I want to take risks that are incomprehensibly
stupid.
Cause I just want to burnout young.
I don’t want to die of old age because I lived
a “safe life.”
I want to die before my heart can give out,
maybe of drug use,
probably just a dumb decision,
or maybe die of heartbreak cause
God knows one of these nights I’ll
drink to much...
But that’s okay, it’s alright in fact it’s pretty perfect
don’t cry for me cause
I wrote this to let you know it’s just what I
wanted.
No I’m not suicidal I just
want to die living life,
not just surviving,
because in the end I’ll be nothing but
a story.
But I plan to make it a good one cause
I won’t be remembered like Hendrix,
or missed like Prince,
Hell this ode could never even compare
to the mark of The Rolling Stones.
But I’ll say it again.
It’s okay, it’s alright,
just promise you won’t cry if I don’t
make it back one of these nights.
Cause I promise I was smiling in the end, thinking
“this ending is perfect, I loved this life, and lived every second of it.”
True, all this heartbreak and drinking
will catch up to me one day,
all these drugs and bad decisions
will turn on me one day.
But I’ll be happy when it happens,
cause I’m living life like the Great Ones,
a life full of ***, drugs, and rock n roll,
a life full of love, hate, and sadness,
but never full of regret.
And I want to go out just like them,
whether it’s accident, overdose, heartbreak,
or maybe these **** cigarettes,
my death will be perfect
and I will be content.
Cause what more could I ask for
than to burnout young,
having fun.

~ t.g.

Dad you and me are just two ropes tied on two really far away coasts,
I can't get near to you because of the storm of insecurities in between us,
we've always been the same magnets poles,
always resisting each other,
They say the love between daughter and father is ''Forever''
but we don't have any love in between us.
I've been finding some space and love for me,
in you since forever
but
I guess there was no love for me.
This relation gave nothing except for some regrets
and
some harsh realities,
which I won't never forget,
till my death.