I was once told that you must write what you know, I know quite a lot for a 14 year old. If your going to be a writer you must open up and lay yourself out for the slaughter to be truly brilliant. Or at least thats what I think! So here it goes ....
Where did my childhood go?
Or maybe I'd rather forget
Of hard needles and hospital beds
The scars are show
And my heart is like lead
It was one night in September
I was sat on the cold stairs
Or so I remember
My mum cried out in the front room
My dad stuck me in the car
As the clouds suffocated the moon
The lights were too bright
As I lay under heavy glares
I felt ever so ill and white
I didn't want to be here anymore
I heard the doctors talking why I was here
Diabetes that's what for
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