21 - Harem Scarem

Ya can’t stand to loose

But it’s all you ever do

Your past follows you

Like skin and old tattoos

Living is constant fight

Tell me you’re not worth saving

Maybe on the other side

You’ll be free

Everyday is painted black and blue

You’re trying to outrun

A bullet from a gun

And pain is all you ever choose

The prodigal sun

Dead at 21

Hard done by youth

Unstable and recluse

No point of view

Poster child for abuse