i write,
im so bord,of feeling sorry for myself,
pushing myself deeper into suicide,
threatening to loose my health,
treating life,like a sad ride,
thats bound to end,
in a crash,
i said,bye my friend,
but now,i've taken a bash,
and i see,
that i wasnt searching for sympathy,
just to be left alone,
i did moan,
i did,
like a kid,
but now im sick,
of being that prick,
trying to avoid life,
using a knife,
to make me dissapear,
but now i fear,
that i wasnt completely sane,
maybe i was just being a pain,
but now im so sick of it,
im not going to take no shit,
im going to smile
for a while,
then im going to be happy all day,
and i'll hear you say,
look at her (pointing at someone else,not me)
'she's looks happy'
then i'll smile,
truely happy,
because im sick of threatening,
to take my life.
Poetry by UnforgivenAngel
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Written on 2006-03-31 at 21:18
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