None of you will know the pain I go through every day,
'Cause no one on this earth will hear anything i say,
While little boys and girls go outside for fun and play,
I've been criying and denying on my bed i use to lay.
Sometimes i beleave, that every now and then,
When I get out a piece of paper and a ballpoint pen,
I think about my memories; I live them again.
The glass is half empty, but my heart is half full,
of so many emotions, Many think im a fool.
But I fear that i may possess, a hate tainted soul.
So what if im a pessimist, I was never kissed,
My whole life i was thrown around, and now they've made me pissed.
If you think im posing, I can make a list,
With 101 things you did to me, Why shouldn't I cut my wrist?
2006-07-15
10:58:33
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