I was young
I was angry
But i was always kind
And ever friendly
I craved some love
Some care some attention
But instead all i got
Was another detention
For fighting in class
With the ones who hate
You could never see
What was on my plate
The constant laughs
The hurtful stories
Some called it banter
I found it curious
How some other person
Another life
Would be able to make
another man hurt
That man cold be me
Or someone you know
It could even be you
Or an enemies foe
It makes you feel angry
It makes you feel hurt
It makes you feel outcast
And forever alone
And all through out
You smile and laugh
Because all that you are
Is a piece of the chain
Another person
To lift up the knife
The pills
Or the rope
And to tell the world
That You have had enough
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I'd just like to say sorry to anyone who goes through this daily. You being alive is the most encouraging things for those around you.
If there are mistakes, im sorry, its 17:08 as i write this and im sat in the rain. On a rock. Away from my usual tree i usualy sit by while writing away from home.
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the ride home And Other Short Stories
HorrorA few horror stories written by me. I know not all of them are good but im working on it☺ Shout out to verrycooljam. Good mate of mine. Very good writer. Go follow him.
