8 June 2012
Alone. Miss you. Fire in my bone.
Shaking limbs. Drifting eyes. Now sleep is a curse, but life is worse.
The obtained nicknames of Kiedis, and Kurt. Why does that hurt?
In shadowed morning, I lift my head. The one that really should be dead.
Blood. Emotion. My wrist are clean.
Lift me from this demons den, keep me from this hopeless end.
Teach me how to love with hate. Teach me how to fall with grace.
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Well let's face it, I'm just a kid who grew up too fast...
Just A Kid Who Grew Up Too Fast • Opuss № I