So I’m slowly walkin’
Cryin’
Talkin’ to myself in the rain
I tried to off myself
Cut my wrist
Watched blood seep from my veins
I thought of other ways but I’m too young for cocaine
Doctor told me I had a sprain and he bandaged my brain
Slowly getting back to normalcy
Tryna’ stay in my lane
Even though my girlfriends say Brian’s a bum and a fuckin’ lame
I’m 13 years old and my dad tells me things will
Eve-Vent-Chu-Ally change
I give and I give but things seem to stay the same
Listen to your lies
But
You
Do
Nothing
But
Reinjure the sprain
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Mammas tryna’ get me away we took a ride on the train
Till we got to a doctor who tried to diagnose me insaine
I remember when mamma was sick
She had a sprain in her brain
I went with mamma weekly when she took the ride on the train
That led daddy to leave
He tried really hard to explain
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I stayed with the doc for 2 weeks
Until I went back to schoo’
Brian has a new girlfriend now but I don’t give a fuc’ cause I’m coo’
So what I got a new friend now too
I’m off in la-la land
Ativan is my new boo
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1988 (13 years old) was a ruff year for me but I met poetry and Ativan *** Just to note: I was 13 years old when I attempted to write my first poem, of course I tweaked it.
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Hi Richard, I was 13 years old when I wrote this, my intro to poetry. I was in love for the first time and delusional 😂😭😂 I still remember that stupid boy Brian 😊
Haha,…that was a great start then. Wow!
I can feel the depth and pain in these words. Unfortunately, most of us will meet a “Brian” or two in our lifetime. I think it changes our lives but is always a learning experience. It is funny how life works at times. This is progressive writing for a 13-year-old, nice!! 🙂
Thank you O’Nika, I tweaked the poem, I could have never came up with this at 13. I was actually was just scribbling on paper saying how much I hated Brian lol I’ve had my fair share of life lessons, grateful for them all ❤️
Wow, such depth.
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