bleak

9th grade cyanide ties Hiding in a tent of frail spinal bones Show up to the football game alone I feel unwelcome even to myself And high school is looking very bleak Haunted by the tenor cries of my father Daunted by the tender lies of the authors Forgotten bonds come back like a spear Thrown from a vengeful hand And college is looking very bleak Adulthood is still mortal, unlike i thought it'd be And 18 is looking like my peak My childhood sandbox, bulldozed in front of me And 18 is looking very bleak Everything I've ever wanted, dies barely out of reach