i wrote these poems about two different boys past and present maybe i jinxed it and that's why everything's going wrong something's always wrong anything i say is wrong cheap tobacco and ugly words and sharp edges i don't want to die anymore and that's worse because at least when i wanted to die i found comfort knowing i had a backup plan but now im stuck gasping thinking i was gonna be some one and growing everyone always does
If I ever had a time machine or something of the like. I would travel back in time to when you were maybe seven or eight. I would tell you things were going to go down hill I would tell you that you were going to cry. That life would seem hopeless. That your childlike dreams would die soon.
But I would also tell you that you'd grow. You would grow to be so strong like a eucalyptus tree. So that no matter how many times you are burned; you'd survive. That you would want to **** yourself. But sweetie. That's okay. Because living is what proves you're strong. I'd tell you that through all this ****, you'd have friends. Yes, at some point they'd leave this stupid island. But that's alright. They won't ever really be gone. I'd tell you that one day we would be friends. That I'd want to hold your hand. And that you would talk to me about a man. Well men. I'd tell you that I'd make mistakes and that we'd hurt eachother. But brothers stay true to the end. Friends will always make mistakes. The forest will always burn. But it's our whole ecosystem that holds us togeather. So I hope you would do the same. If you found a time machine, and convince me of life and hope.
Pen is sharp, Paper is soft, Ink is thick, Words are sour. Lines and dashes, Cuts and Slashes, Pain and sorrow, Never a new tomorrow. Tomorrow is bleak, Bleach stings, Wrapped around my throat, An eternal ring. Tied to pain, Til' death do I part,
