A Shity Place To Be.
This is very the last time ever,I am about ready to pull the lever,
And drop through the hidden trap doors,
And maybe the pain will leave these sores,
But then family and friends would be devastated,
There lives would be so damn flat and unelavated,
But life is treating me wrong and I hate it,
This earth isn't worth even a big pile of shit,
With ever day comes a heartache,
Yeah every day I get a heartbreak,
And maybe this is punishment from the master,
But any time he can stop I'm already a disaster,
The clouds are only here to keep all this evil in,
If they would evaporate there wouldn't be any sin,
But I guess that they are here to stay,
Because evil and sin can't just go away,
But if it could we would all be a lot better,
I can't do much but I do write it in a letter,
The letter was in the envelope but the wind took it's claim,
Now I might as well be blind, deaf, mute, and even lame.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-04-03 at 05:19
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