ShutUpJennifer

I'm up in the woods/
I'm down on my mind/
I'm building a still/ 
to slow down the time.

  
YOUTH.

If you're still breathing you're the lucky ones
cause' most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs
setting fire to our insides for fun

    
  

Solitude 

I haven't decided if my room
Is more of a cell
Or a sanctuary 
I guess each day 
Will tell a different story

I wear flowers so I can pretend to be carefree
and although I admire the flowers
I am not wilted 
and I do not wish to die with them 
in the fall.
 

I fell down, down, down
Into this dark and lonely hole, there was no one
there to care about me anymore.

Let

16 years "old'
And some things never get old
I still find time to stop and stare
In awe 
Of the full moon 
Like the face
Of a timeless clock






 

Poverty; Discrimination; isn't it strange?

That only the homeless are begging for change?