these scars are the reason why I'm not afraid to die. you think shooting stars magical I think it's an evil angel falling out the sky. even angels make mistakes. I don't need to be televised when I die don't let it bring tears to yor eyes this poetry is all I've ever known, don't ask me why, I still try even tho the system built to break me I still stay solid, there is no need to lie when I'm in my feels I just roll some weed up and get high. pray to the ones I lost hoping they watch over me like a pair of eagle eyes. anything can happen in yhos life one thing you won't see is me surprised I got boys in the pin doing time and one got life. for being at the wrong place at the wrong time on the wrong night. these scars cut deep to deep to street this life is ugly. they like what's up who's he. I'm gone it's me I suffer from these scares all alone it's like I'm behind bars in my own home nightmares is where my mind likes to roam. these scares are what made me