I wanted to share a poem that a friend of mine had written:
*Notice* Explicit language used. :P
People look and they judge.
Can you blame me?
I feel good.
I feel fine.
You're as light as a bird
Weightless
Feather weight
Easy boozer
You can never judge
A person for the way they feel
They may appear to be a feather weight
But you never know the way they feel
One drink, two drink
Three drink, four...
Buy me another round
But don't call me a whore
A whores live is living at the bars
Hoping to forget the life
The life that fucked him,
Screwed him
Used him like a piece of meat, he did
Like he wasn't human
Too many times I've found myself
At the bottom of a bottle
Bottle feed me those lies
I'm your baby
Baby, don't hurt me
Please I'm yours
Your life sucks and mine does too
Shoo, I don't want your shit
Just take another hit
But please be gentle because I know you're lit
Stare down a barrel that is being held
By maybe God, maybe Satan
Should we name him Leighton?
I can't take this faking.
Ma, I hope your glad
For raising a son
Rather having none you never had a say
In whether or not he was gay
So say if you'd take it back
Have a daughter, you know you oughta,
It's just a real big gag
Raising a fag
So when I drink, feel free to think
I'm just a light weight
I'm just a frustrated mate
Who isn't straight
I've got a shit load of problems
But I know no one can solve them.
Call me a light weight, go ahead
and try it.
Put the bottle to my head and let the suffering end.
