I hate myselfI hate myself I'll come out and say it I think it about my life Or just how i weigh itI hate myself
To such a degree I can't see Anything positive coming from me It’s the lack of spontaneity Just wake up, go to school, come home, Smoke some weed It used to make me feel better But now I still don't feel free I've lost my fun creativity
Now, just to feel whole I need to be high To take control Seconds before I start to cry I think its because My heart is dry If not Then I don't know why
Maybe its just
Maketh the ManWhat thing Maketh the Man: Not pride, nor wealth or fame Nor battle strength, nor ladies' favor Just HonorMaketh the Man
The Bitter Endeveryone fades into the background. like when it rains, dripping onto paint. their desolate screams are smeared across the pages. pages of today. rain on me. let me scream, let my screams fade into you. let my screams smear across your face. feel my heart beating out. one, two.. strike three and you're out. it's the bitter end again.The Bitter End
| I am a poet that is currently trying to get my work published |
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"In the end we all die. some more happy than others"
-me; about 20 mins ago; just a little high
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Attention all butterfies, you better run and hide
I'm ready to fly
I hope your willing to say goodbye
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"In the end we all die. some more happy than others"
-me; about 20 mins ago; just a little high
--
Attention all butterfies, you better run and hide
I'm ready to fly
I hope your willing to say goodbye
--
"In the end we all die. some more happy than others"
-me; about 20 mins ago; just a little high
--
Attention all butterfies, you better run and hide
I'm ready to fly
I hope your willing to say goodbye
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