Gettin It Dun

I started writtin not knoin where it would go.
i didn even think i gave a damn.
id write a page full of feelings but outside no emotions would sho.
now its 3 yrs l8er n all tha writtin made me more of a man.
3 yrs ago i was jus writtin wha i felt n thot.
i hadda find a way 2 express myself or id melt n rot.
den i found dis website-
where i kould post wha id write.
i got feedbak, people liked wha i was writtin-
so i wrote more n got 2 typin.
it went from tha paper, to tha site n tha eyes of tha audience.
n wen dey read it, dey sed my shyt made sense.
but there was people who sed i didn kno wha i was talkin bout.
i didn give a phuk, i jus wanted people like me 2 hear me out.
people who got frustrated
people who felt hated
people who go into their room jus 2 cry N shout
people who didn wanna open their mouth
people who were on tha ropes
people who were tryna cope
people who were centimeters away from callin it quits
people who felt like dey taken too many hits
poeople who thot their last option was 2 give into death
day y im here to show dem to use wha dey got left
a 15 yr ol kid reachin out 2 any1 of any age
im jus tryna help any1 out w/ their bottled up rage
or any1 curled up in tha corner, feelin depressed
i could sit next to em n convince em not to put demselve 2 rest
a 15 yr ol kid w/out dreams of his own
but alwayz down 2 show others tha way home
a 15 yr ol kid who havin problems w/ his mom
but thot of shyt like, "embarce happiness once its sittin in ur palm"
i didn write my shyt jus pho me
i wanna help others get free
Wen ive died-
n im bein taken from tha world,
i wan every1 2 understand dat i tried