I think I stirred up some fire it
gets worse when i try to put it out
I must be a jerk I must be a fool
I dont know who or what I am
I think Im lost or I lost my mind
They say i dont even belong here
I think I should just run and hide
hide in that spot i like to call home
A place no one know but me
I am not more than just a moron
I'm so sorry im not so bright
they sure do know how to make me hurt
and take my heart and make it bleed
you all are right i cant amount up to nothing good
I'll take this and shoot myself
you'll just said u werent gonna miss me
Why was i even brought on this earth
just to be talked about and everything else,
ok i am a joke to myself and everyone else?
Yes go ahead and laugh it up
maybe i will go and kill myself
besides I'm nothing but a waste of time
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Its Who & What I am That Makes Me, Me!
PoesiaA book of poems that I wrote myself I will take you inside of my life and days I live because behind every poem there is a story that has to be told. Grab a seat and some tea, coffee or whatever it is you drink and follow me as I take you through th...
