Thoughts

please leave me alone, i need space to think, i am getting thirsty, but no i don't drink, my thoughts alone, are connected by a link, and my soul is stained, by permanent ink. i can't commit suicide because i am scared to die, i have to always smile, when i really want to cry, two birds of a feather, they leave me out to dry, if they told you i was scared, then that was a lie. people younger than me doing life in prison, no its not right, but that was their decision. i can't spend the rest of my life cooped up in a cell, now i know why, earth is sometimes called hell. i can hear the church house, ringing its bell, i'm only 19 and i've learned how to dwell, but still, i can't let the past, get me down, i laugh at fear, like some demented clown, although i try to be happy, i sometimes frown, i'm the king of my castle, and i do wear a crown.