This is my untold story
My life is still a pain.
Yet I have nothing to worry.
But have every thing to gain.
Suicidal children without a brain.
Untold stories is gone to waste.
Blood on a poor mans face, it's going to leave a stain.
A child's heart as soft as paste.
It's a slow ride from the bottom.
Simple smiles in my mind.
Suicidal thoughts, yes I have them.
The thought of happiness can get you blind.
This is my prayer to god.
But he cannot hear.
My life is so broad.
The crazy thoughts I can't steer.
As my simple requests to a ...