S
T
R
E
S
S
Is going to **** me I just
Know it.

I
Will
Keep drawing
Broken hearts
On my rainy window
Until you stop acting like
An animal

I just
Want climb
on the roof
And scream and
Tear my clothes
And skin off in
Rage

I just
Want climb
on the roof
And scream and
Tear my clothes
And skin off in
Rage

I
H a t e
You
With a passion
And there is nothing you can
Do about it

Hill
Morty
Why
Do you do these
Things
To me
Is it to add an another
Trauma on my frail mind
I wish I never meet you.

I think my
Love
Is cheating
On me
Or is
A pervert
This happeneds evens ever
Moth
It's not ***
Nor my meds
Its him.

Got in sh*t again
In school
As i remember the
Drive being faster home
Than the speed limit
I guess dad is ******.

When I was ****** at 13-14
Years of age I would
Talk my bike out at
Sun down
Dusk
And go up the edge
Of quaint
Town and see the lights
Of the next town over
Then the zen kicked in.

I died from having a scuffle with my mom.
The stress got to my heat
And killed it
Soon I am rushed to the morgue
For an emergency autopsy
I tell the ME
That it was the bullsh*t
That caused my death
Not the scuffle
The conversation continues
Until she is satisfied