Here it comes,
A cry for help.
A desperate attempt
To save myself.
It feels like nothing's
Left for me
At least nothing
That i can see
Nothing but the music,
The poems and the art.
If life's a game,
I think i lost.
I don't have the only
Thing i want.
Maybe i shouldn't
Give up just yet.
I'm only 16
There's lots of time left.
Or maybe not,
The way i feel.
The end is nipping
At my heels.
I want you now
Before it's too late.
No future with you
Is worse than any fate.
I guess it doesn't
Matter though,
As long as i say it;
As long as you know.
Author notes
hard to believe it's been 3 years since i wrote this...
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