My Strength Is All Gone
As I cry and scream and yell,And you tell me to go to hell,
Now the sun shines in glory,
While you tell me your story,
I am pissed and mad,
Hell can't be that bad,
The rays are to bright,
And your story isn't right,
As I sit at the kitchen table,
I stand but I am not able,
To stay this way too long,
I am no longer that strong,
I hate the kitchen here,
I sit because of the fear,
A minute is long enough,
I ain't strong but tough.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 00:55
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