My account of my thoughts living in constant pain.

Its about sleeping pills.

Written while squatting in an abandoned house having a freak gathering….

Unfortunatly this happens to me all too often.

A poem about suicide.

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The gripping story continues.Aj witnesses more and goes through more than he can handle.The drugs keep coming,the pain he can’t handle on his own.Is it time for this life to end or should he continue this dramatic drug-filled story? As his dad becomes more and more drunk,the more and more he abuses Aj,and Aj can’t seem to find anyone who cares except for the girl he loves and can’t have…

True stories of True stupidity.

This poem is about the closest thing I’ve had to a good day since I was eight and my principal threw me down a flight of stairs and his wife dug her nails into my arm and made me bleed. I just want people to read what I write and be happy the this is my life and not theirs. I love to live my tragic life and you will love reading about it. Just remember this is my messed up life so learn from it and do not try this at home………

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