The way of life

you control your life and what you do

Cuts on the wrists,deppresion forming deep
on run from from the true you no one can
help you.
Gangs fighting,memories erasing,times
are changing,friends are fading,deppresion
runs deep through your veins.
Everyone changing,people hating,its the way
of life and what goes on is meant to be
but the memories are part of history.
Old friends fighting,gunshots in the air but who
really cares.
Knife wounds to the chest,slugs in your head it
was meant to be this way now sit back and think
of the stupid mistakes you made.