Different Lines Poem by one man alone

I got left to rot alone
without one second thought
I now give you a truth
I was never taught

I was one crazy kid
ain't that just the truth
so here I reminse
about my crazy youth

I was out on streets at night
playing those dangerous games
but in my brothers coffin
the past just turned to flames

I don't talk about the good times
for the dark keep shining through
as I sit and tell the truth
of the dark place that I grew

I rode on stolen bikes
I fought for worthless pride
mistakes they took there toll
that day my brother died

I sniffed that can of gas
just like those other thugs
I sat just getting high
on someone else's drugs

but if I could go back,
and do my time again
I would write something so different
in these lines I wrote in pen