"The Mark I've Made."

by Mike Defendant 

Bury me with my poetry. Think about just knowing me. I don't mind, I didn't last. The mark I've made was left in the past. I wasn't born by my own choice. There was no opportunity to share my voice. I didn't even have one, back then and ya know some day ill be that way again.

 Dead in the ground, far from this place. A decomposing ugly face. On my way down to hell. I lived on this path so I know it quite well. I think about the future and if Im already there. I've lived a little while now I'm starting to care. About my friends and about myself. Working on my body and my mental health.