Author: The Lost Girl
My life has no purpose,
Why did I deserve this?
I'm very well liked,
though I put up a fight,
Don't cut too deep,
I don't want to die,
but I do want to bleed.
I'm tired of the meaningless black tears I cry,
so now they'll be crimson,
I just ask myself Why?
------- Author's Notes -------
Yeah, I know, not great, but it does have some meaning. Or at least it contains my feelings.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|lil_wipper_snapper (22.214.171.124) -- Saturday, January 8 2005, 12:49 am|
hey i think u do mean sum thing to sum one dont cut think like evry body else does ur sum thing
|dark3nstar (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, April 15 2005, 08:47 pm|
i love all your poems your such a good writer and you should keep it up =)
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