STOP PLEAS STOP

leve me alone i dont like this i whant out of that billding i whant to go home
a fleeting glimps of what i youst to be of the boy runing torw my haed in a feld
were the red and blue flowers grow were the grass grows tall and thick were the boy who at age 9 pikt up a gutat and nevet let go he still hasut but the words of his songs talk of deth ad losst love with no way out with somthing to shout about WITH the will to go on
a fleeting glimps of what i was
a chilld 10 year old who thort the world was a fun place to the 16 year old who deth folowd
i grow up i saw things that no child shuod see who knows when he meets the girl behind the door shell slap him

but ther is 1
she is like no not like she is my sister
even we are on opsits sids of the world
i love her she looks after me and i try my best to do the same

but its geting harder and people will try and tag htis to normal teen problems but im not a teenager in flesh yes but in mie iv have been told i have the mentel age of a 40 year old iv seen to much iv hert my self to much and now the world whants me dead im…… well i hate to be the boy on the street asking for diyrechions but im lost and bleeding im drowning diying gon