The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Love, not found.

Did I ever have a friend?
Because I feel like everyone is fake,
Maybe I'm hanging out with the wrong people's bands,
Maybe I should stop drowning on this lake.

I think this whole problem revolves around talking too much,
Maybe also write too much,
Maybe talking too much has made me write too many poems, give me a punch now,
Bury me now, please, coach.

Bury your friend,
Or whatever you are,
Maybe I'm just exaggerating with this land,
Stare, staring, stare, staring...

Lock yourself underground,
Get lost in information,
Write papers and forget to study the bound,
The paper and pen are on the table, but I write on my cell phone, hallucination.

I just want to escape from this school,
Try again,
For the fourth time, isn't it cool?
Every time it gets worse, every time there is just more pain...

That, what, maths,
Biology, philosophy, logic, Sophy,
Paper, pen, happier, men,
Depressed, let me die, happened, cries...

Tipe of shit,
Tipe of rhyme,
Tipe of split,
Type of name,

Maybe soon I won't even remember my name,
I guess I just wanted love,
And I never got it, what a shame,
Should I have taked de pills,
Should I have taked the calls being nicer...