My life feels perfect. But drugs pull at me like a deadly need.
I don't get it sometimes. Why do old people and those with disabilities care so much about the world?
These deals make folks drop who they really are. They just run from real life.
The cartoon version of me is getting famous. That small habit plans a big comeback.
Death's push shows the sad twist in our human side. It hurts deep.
My joy messes up how I relax. It blocks my escape from troubles.
This isn't a small issue. It's a graveyard.
That graveyard sits empty and scary. It's in a city of weird puppets and talking space creatures.
My mind spins on my own space. It's full of dumb kids with no link to their moms and dads.
My heart stays broken. Roses won't grow where people fight and hurt each other.
Comparing me to other girls feels too much. It's almost evil to those down below.
Dreams should skip the bloody fights. That blood stands for a world stuck under leaders.
Deep thinking rides a wild coaster of emotions. It changes the top layer of tough ties and steady ground.
