A stereotypical teenager?
Please, not even the school council could convince you my hope's in danger.
My blood is like water,
except too much trickles out of these veins.
Leaving a leaking trail much farther
Farther than my brain can consume
Every word I tell you brings tears,
because of holding the pain you gave me, after years and years.
That woman who you didn't tell me who
At age 3, I didn't give a poo
You didn't reach out, through all these twisty waters
I'm sucked dry, from my gills, to my flippers
Don't help me daddy, just leave me alone
Leave me to sink in this god forsaken ozone
Don't try anymore, you waste up my tears
Our lives to be shared is one of my worst fears