Guilty by association followed the wrong crowd now you scream from the pit of misery...begging for it to all be over if only you had not drank and stayed sober...pressure of peers they called you lame you did what they said so you wouldn't feel ashamed being a douche what is there to gain...marked by the wrong crowd so forever you feel pain, life has changed oh how you have grown try to run from the pain like a skipping stone...by bad choices your mind is blown..right from wrong you know which to choose pick wisely cause the wrong choice will make you lose. Time is of the essence is what they say but no one takes it serious as they always want to play time is wasted no longer sacred the world has grown utterly cold I can no longer take it..when you feel down peek into your future and tell yourself I can make it, who are you to judge as you have flaws of your own wishing to become perfect but the question is do you really deserve it.....self examination quick to snap have you no patience? To hell in a hand basket the world has gone no one cares some feel torn, somewhere in America right now a person is begging for their life a handful not make it home tonight....America America gone to waste sad to say its filled with much hate.
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Şiir"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
