Ace Anthony Is Dead

FINE THEN
don't go on
leave me rotting
with my
smog-filled lungs
leave me to the razor
where it slices and dices
DEEP within the flesh

i turn all the fucking despair into
anger
cause
sadness
is for the weak
and

I AM NOT FUCKING WEAK

i care so much
we are so far
you are a little young
but did i ever give a fuck?
we could be great
but maybe i haven't seen the real you
BUT I FUCKING WANNA :'(
i can imagine myself
SCREAMING
SHRIEKING
your name
for you to look up
for you to listen
FOR YOU TO FUCKING REALIZE

that i am alive