I'm going to write poetry here. Since I'm so gifted..
The pain won't stop. Like a hunger, a perpetual hunger. Since he broke up with me, nothing's been the same. I'm tired of life. I'm tired of this game. I yelled at my mom, I yell at my dad. I threw a shoe at a random cab. I go on Myspace and rock out to Taking Back Sunday. But there is no taking back today. My life is crap. I wanna screw in a burlap sack. God, I wanna die.. But I'm too scared to actually do anything. My life is crap. So I'll hang around in Life Issues and much annoyance I'll bring. Even though there's thousands of people living off much worse than I. I still wanna cut myself and die. Die, die die. Ooh! Look! Cake!
Spoonyloony · Tue Oct 03, 2006 @ 12:40am · 4 Comments |