I write about my life, or things around me or people around me. Its something that Im trying, and something that matters to me. So if you don't like it, please don't be too mean, because this is all I have right now ... thanks
To Die
Everytime I wake, I just wana die,
Its like that every time and day,
Never seems to fly.
I pray to God, to help me win
But then I wonder why,
For nothing has he done for me
But let me stay and strive.
Sometimes I just sit there
Waiting for the time
I don't know what Im waiting for,
A moment that is mine.
I lay there night and day goes by,
And nothing seems to change
I know its not right to be like this,
I know I must be strange.
So every night when I cut myself
And hope to one day leave
To rid this life of my whole lies
And let everyone just grieve!
My Ex
When you are around
I break down inside
When you are around
I just wana die
When you are around
Nothing seems to work
When you are around
I hate to see you're smik
When you are around
I wish to slit my wrists
When you are around
I don't want to exist
When you are around
I just sit and pray
When you are around
I wish you'd go away
wow your poems seem really deep. i hpoe i'm not getting to in the buisness but is this about you. you don't have to answer that question if you don't want to. by the way there there really good. talks about real life and how some people feel today
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So guys are the most confusing thing ever on earth
I wake up in the mornings,
Another day is here.
Everyone looks at me,
Like in ****en queer.
I hate each day that comes at me,
I hate each ****en one.
Everyone is telling me,
Take the bullets out of the gun.
I don't know how this happened,
I don't know where it begun.
All i know right now is,
I want it to be undone.
The pain in my stomach,
Never seems to sease.
It feels like it's haunting me,
And never will it ease.
People all around me,
Never seem to think.
That what ever they might say,
Sends me to the drink.
Simple things like "Stop it",
Always seem so worse.
I simple walk away from them,
And then I feel immerse.
Inside my heart, there lies a curse,
That never will I be.
As happy as I want to,
No matter how much I plee.
I miss the days, when things were just,
As normal as it could.
I try to tell my friends whats up,
But they all just misunderstood.
Sometimes I wish to die,
To get far away from this.
I wish to never be around here,
I want never to exist.
I know this might seem silly,
But once upon a time.
I wish that I could be really hurt,
And no long have to lie.
Then the day came by me,
Where something really did.
I felt like I was dying then,
And all I did was hid.
Medication never works,
It makes you fake inside.
It might take away the thoughts and such,
But never will I confide.
I slash my wrists,
One by one, and see what happens next.
Then all around can sit and think,
And maybe they can reflect.
Once Upon a Time
Once upon a ****en time,
There was a girl called me.
I use to smile on all the time,
As happy as can be.
Life was sweet, and I could be,
The person that I was.
Every answer that I said,
Was whatever, just because.
I had my friends, and they were great,
They helped me throught the day.
We laughed and joked, and we were then,
The ones that never strayed.
I think it was a year ago,
When all this fell apart.
It hit me straight dead on,
Right into the heart.
I lost those friends, that were the best,
They were apart of me.
I hurt so much to think of them,
I think you would agree.
Then I made some new friends,
But they were not the same.
They partied and they snorted drugs,
They played this little game.
I got on well, but fearly knew,
That it was not the same.
I got in deep, then I knew
I have no one to blame.
My Uncle then tried to leave this life,
And I wondered what the hell.
Why would he do that to me,
Make me say farewell.
I tried to tell these friends of mine,
What it felt inside.
But they just laughed at what I said,
And told me he should of died.
These friends of mine, were then gone,
No longer were they mine.
I wouldn't take that crap from them,
I knew I wasn't fine.
I started to self harm myself,
And take my mind off this.
It started to help me alot,
But made me not want to exist.
I felt myself slipping away,
Away from all who cared.
I knew I had changed so much,
I knew that I was scared.
I cut, and cut and cut,
Until I couldn't cut no more.
It was starting to be impossible,
To get off the god dame floor.
They chucked me in a mental room,
To try to make me sane.
I knew what they really meant,
They thought I was a pain.
So tonight, I lay and think things through,
And wonder what is next.
I know that it would stuff things up,
And make them all complex.
But this is not about them all,
And just about old me.
Why can't they all just go,
And let me go on free?
KMC Community Forums
Sep 25th, 2005 08:15 AM
Those are sad but great hun 
