'Belts And Bracelets' Poem by Wolfie Scott

My life is like a burnt tree.
Nothing good.
Just stupid wood.
Nobody wants to see.

Still alive but left to die.
Nothing left but this song.
So here I sit and here I cry.
If you can relate, Try and sing along.

'Belts and Bracelets is what you might see.
Wearing all black is me being me.
If we were all born just to die.
So whats the point, Just lay down and cry.

Surronded by the darkness of night.
Listen to the the lovely silence.
Slowly reach over and turn off the light.
Lost in the overwhelming blindness.'