my life is all pain
it hurts so bad
and it never stops
it hurts too much
why cant it just
stop liveing a life
full of mental
touture going threw
it every day im alive
i cant take it any more
its driveing me crazy
all i think about is
death the pain gose
deep inside it like
it wont ever stop
i try to stop it but
it just keeps on
the pain that i
feel hurts like
a million knifes
in my back and
a million straight
to my heart it feels
worse than tourture
that will never stop
and like an unrelenting
shock to the heart
it makes me die
every time i feel
it inside it keeps
on doing this but it
never gose away
i yell at loud for
it to stop i givein up
on every thing i wanted
or what i have ever had
Poem
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do you really wanna be like them. do you really wanna be another trend. do you wanna be a part of the crowd.
cause i dont ever wanna be you dont ever wanna be just like you-Good Charlotte
do you really wanna be like them. do you really wanna be another trend. do you wanna be a part of the crowd.
cause i dont ever wanna be you dont ever wanna be just like you-Good Charlotte
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yea that was a good one havoc, i like the way you talked about the knifes and the torture. you did a great job.
Fill up the bucket with whatever ya got.
Make sure it's somethin' that the bucket likes alot.
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Make sure it's somethin' that the bucket likes alot.
One day CUT FREE!!!!
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nice poem alot of every thing all around every1 gets a peice !
<span style=\'font-family:Times\'Something told the wild geese
It was tine to go
Through the fields lay golden
Something wispered- "SNOW"
Leaves were green and stirring
Berries,luster-glossed
But beneath the warm feathers
Something cautioned- "FROST"
All the sagging orchards
Steamed With amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At rembered ice
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter in their cry
It was tine to go
Through the fields lay golden
Something wispered- "SNOW"
Leaves were green and stirring
Berries,luster-glossed
But beneath the warm feathers
Something cautioned- "FROST"
All the sagging orchards
Steamed With amber spice
But each wild breast stiffened
At rembered ice
Something told the wild geese
It was time to fly-
Summer sun was on their wings
Winter in their cry