i wrote this poem when i was 12 or 13
Im lying down, falling asleep. Trying.
Trying to fly away from the worries.
The worries that cling to me everyday.
Think of the present. The only change made.
Sleep is not a question to me. To you?
It is an answer to stop the worries.
Worries of the past that cannot be solved.
Unsolvable things. Things of the past. Past.
Things that pass should not kill. young happiness.
But once you are free from things of the past,
A free man youll become. At last. At last.