i ask you, lord why me? why must it be my punishment to forever be hurt by people who don't care about me why must i never be boyfriend material and i watched friends get hurt and couldn't do anything about it why must it always be my doom to be injured by something stupid must i always fall into lust with people i don't like must i always be someones bitch and be attacked by your race of assholes when i fall down why can't my job be getting rich why must i always let my friends leave and never see them again? i should go with them, i always say and i dont and never see them again doomed to die a horrible death at the hands of bastards who don't care who they hurt it is very painful to have to look at my friends, not knowing if it was the last time ill see them and it is worse knowing that one day i will die but that's the breaks you get just ask those people dying out there am i one of them so i ask you, my god, my savior why me?? why always me??
Reason for writing:
i was thinking very fatalistically earlier, and i finally put it down
on the web site...i miss my brother, who was killed in a drive-by in 1994
when i was nine years old
Birth sign: Aries
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