Just A Fake

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Just A Fake

Post by NeverReallySeen » Thu Mar 09, 2006 12:03 am

This poem is mostly about cutting, getting high, and being fake. Opinions? Anyone?



I did something stupid, something I regret.

Something I want more of, something more to bet.

Not another symptom, just throw your life away.

Maybe this is for the better, now nothings left to pay.

But why go down this awful road, theres nothing that you'll gain.

So that the little lie can get a chance to feel beneath the vain.

Oh how she wants to see the blood, watch it flow away,

For on that line is every problem she's been fighting with all day.

All this pain and all these tears, they just flew good bye.

I like that amazing feeling, that feeling I can fly.

Its not like you are cutting, not that kind of high.

This is more numbess, just feeling of pure fly.

So now she's in another twist, beyond the blood and beer.

Just like the oncoming headlights...about to kill a deer.

Only you are not the driver, not the one in charge.

You're the one about to die, not even gonna barge.

This must be how every life goes, or maybe just your sake.

So play the lie and live it full, for you are just a fake.
To be nobody but yourself in a world thats doing its best to make you somebody

else is to fight the hardest battle you are ever going to fight. Never stop fighting.



You do anything long enough to escape the habit of living,

Until the escape becomes the habit.



Everything is ok in the end.

If its not, then its not the end.

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