Why canít I see the color in the sky?
I just want to lay down and die
I've come close, with a blade to the wrist
But end up only bashing the wall with my fist
My life sucks, but I deny it
And you just sit there and buy it
Do you even care how I really feel?
Cuz shit man this seems so unreal
You ask whatís wrong
But then take off before you hear me drop the bomb
I hide my tears
My love and my fears
Cuz the whole world will see
What they want and not the real me
I wanna end it all
Cuz I just take fall after fall
Nothin is worth living for
So why, everyday, do I still walk out the door?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|xx (22.214.171.124) -- Thursday, April 15 2004, 06:22 pm|
the poem is wonderful its real
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