One night into the wee hours of the Morning Draco couldn't sleep everything
was bothering him. So, he wrote a poem:

Hit the Ground

I'm sittin here in this chair
Please forgive me if I stare
At the walls around this room
I'm chocking from the smell of my own perfume
Any of my attitudes
Only ever caused feuds

I just want to die
I'm so broken I can't bother to lie
Maybe then everyone would be happy
My life is so goddamn crappy

I feel so low
I don't know where to go
From here
I can't decide who to fear
The most
Father, son or holy ghost

Don't you wish someone could get behind
The scenes and just read your mind
Someone to have your back
So no one dares to attack
Just turn your life around
Catch you before you hit the ground

People who were suppose to be your friend
Aren't when it comes to the end
They'd rather try to kick your ass
Then try to help you fight the whole mass
I've lost all faith in what I used to know
I wanna cut off dead branches leave room for new ones to grow

My life is like its own war
Everything is so hardcore
Everything is a disappointment
It's like me the world, are going through a disjointment

Since birth
I've been put on this earth
Just to piss you bitches off
So you think I'm cursing every time I cough
I've had enough
It's like my whole life is caught in the rebuff
Is every one out to try to destroy me
Why am I always left to pick up the debris

*What interpretations did you get from this poem? It's a different Version
in poem style than the original that I wrote. E-mail me for the original
review and tell me what you thought about it. I do reolize that the stanzas
are uneven that's because it's in poem style and I didn't want to backspace
anymore!*