I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
People hurt
people dying...
I think my friends next to me
Are dying, that is what I see...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
Wake up from this fake sleep
and break free from this mold...
You judge us
when you dont even know us...
The same routine, we are all sheep
failing to show the secrets we keep...
I pray for one thing
Pray for the end of violence...
Where is the justice?
A poem for Tina...
With your hand
reach out and...
Where are you going? What are you doing?
The answers are unclear...
I feel like i am traped
no one hears me no one wants to...