#5

A life full of struggles is one that I lived, they started off mild, only a kid. Getting bad grades and making no friends, these are some struggles that I don't pretend. If you thought that was bad, you might want to leave, because this poem here isn't a dream. I finally gave in, I had had enough, I figured a new lifestyle couldn't be that rough. I met my first love, this where it begins, a beautiful story with a tragic ends. I needed support, I needed my friends. But they moved on, that;s when drugs came in. They tore me apart limb by limb, I live with no heart. Just drugs as friends.