Always always, ready to die.
Why is it, all I will do it cry?
Ready to kill anyone who stands in my way.
There's so many of them, what do I say?
Always crying, waking with tears on my face.
Hoping for a place to cry, where is that place?
Trying to love someone, but not having the heart to do it.
Then they end up throwing a bloody fit.
Why are my feeling so scattered and unable to come back?
Like they're buried deep in the earth, in and locked little sack.
I cry wondering why only fear, hate, and sadness are all I feel.
But who's emotions did I steal?
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It's just a bunch of poetry I wrote. ^^
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-Kao-Kashey-His_Dreamer
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