One minute, It’s the best, But its shit, The next.. Why don’t they understand how I feel? The pain and suffering kills me. It’s like I’m making an awkward deal, "kill yourself and you’ll be free." The wimps way out, One slice, one shot, I shout and shout, And cry a lot. Why can’t I do it? Take the slice, End this shit, With a knife. Theres times when I feel like Im just fine, But in all actual reality, I’m way out of line. Is this morality? I love, I lose, I smile, but I cry. They tell me I’m so pretty, I feel like they lie, Why must I always be so shitty? My attitude is bad, Always looking on the evil side, Even my face is sad, In no one can I confide. I’m all so lonely, no one can comfort me, They don’t understand how life is for this girl. Just once, I’d like to be the one full of glee, To be happy again, to shine like a pearl. That time is long to come, All I can do is wait. I have no idea where it’ll come from, But let’s just hope that it’s not too late.
Reason for writing:
sorry for all the swear words, but you know, you get in the mood where nothing else fits in the next line but that one word, so i hope this doesn't offend anyone...
a personal motto for me would go something like this:
"shit happens...
just sometime more for some than others."
Birth sign: Virgo
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