Ket king

Thirteen and you thought you were a king.
White dust crown but it meant nothing.
Talking like you run this town.
But you cannot even hold your ground.
You flex like pain is just a trend.
Like getting high makes you transcend.
But you just shrink you do not ascend.
You numb your brain to play it cool.
That does not make you deep it makes you cruel.
Cruel to yourself and blind to truth.
Burning away your broken youth.
I am autistic I feel it all.
Every whisper every fall.
Pain hits hard like concrete floors.
But I would rather feel than rot at core.
You float around with empty eyes.
Cheap escape and cheaper lies.
Think you scary think you tough.
You fold the second life gets rough.
I broke it off I cut the chain.
I will not date a walking stain.
You lost someone who loved full force.
I gained myself and changed my course.
You chose a drug to kill your spark.
I chose to fight inside the dark.
You fade away I stay the flame.
Remember who walked away from your name.

rock, punk