Just life

stories of death stories meth kids slicing Their  wrist and their last breath kids becoming adults growing up to fast about the time and how its past moments how they never last and of peoples first kiss living on the street selling dope to make a living because the were done wrong from the beginning not paying attention to how they really feel  and how people steal is it possible could you see could you feel could you sense the hurting that hurts in me what if i told you i could relate to how they are feeling in their stories no i don't do meth but Ive gotten high off from my emotions so high its like its not real and i have sliced my wrist but continue to live overdosed yet I'm still alive no i didn't die but i know some one who did my aunt killed herself a few years back sure I'm just a kid but only from what you see for inside me i am mature to mature wiser than a 25 year old i am an adult raising children since when i was young time seems to fly how days around here the time never stays i remember my first kiss and how wonderful it is i've never sold dope before but i was forced to watch  people i care about practically kill other people by doing this throwing both of their lives away