Trapt In My Darken Life Art Poem by Nate Jones

the house of broken hearts,
trapt in my darken life art
the hatred buried deep in my soul
its all about to unfold
nobody understands me
can't you not see
i will die alone
without a home
in my heavy sorrow
there will be no tomorrow
i will cut myself
my illing health
my childhood was a joke
freezing with no coat
nobody was there
they didn't care
when i needed a friend
i hide in the shed
i will bleed to death
couldn't afford cristolmeth
when i see you have fun
give me a gun
hurts me inside
built up until i cried
nothing left to show
i'm still alone.