MY 15 YR OLD PSYCHOTIC BREAK POEM

Im high enough to forget my life,wired up and i dont feel right,the mood has set and my mind is gone,i could sing a song but i wont sing it right,if i heard it once i forgot it twice,had my chance never got it right,i tried b4,got to far behind,i was feeling left while they were living right.use my pain to write,im in pain in spite im insane today but out sane tonight,i could change today but ill change with time cus the time i have is no longer mine....whats that noise?
MY 15 YR OLD PSYCHOTIC BREAK POEM

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