Kan väl inte kalla det för dikt.. vet inte riktigt vad jag ska kalla det.. avgör själv.
Behövde väl bara skriva av mig...

Who cares about a self-destructive boy?
No matter what you say he still won't change his mind.

Who cares about a child's dreams?
They aren't real anyway; they will disappear with the time.

Who cares about a bleeding teenager?
You aren't hurt for real; it's just your age...

Power is nothing without suffering

Control is nothing without ignorance

Happiness is nothing without a downfall

Love is nothing without pain