Be a reaper, and take my soul.
Be the reaper, I shall live no more.
Be the reaper, kill me... please.
Be the reaper, I don't want to live anymore.
(Why)
reason 1
come on reaper
They all ignore.
They all hate me.
No one likes me.
reason 2
I am nothing to the world.
I am nothing to my friends.
Come on Reaper.
I am nothing at all!
reason 3
I am not worth a penny.
I am not worth half a dime.
I am too weird for the street.
I am not weird enough for school.
So come Mr. Reaper kill me please.
So proceed with your job of death.
"No it is not your time" says Reaper.
Later I say I don't want to die anymore.
Author notes
I used to hate my self now i dont.
Written March 15th, 2006
A contest entry
- 7 Trophies or LESS. LOTS OF POINTS by God is my reality.
700 points, ended September 29, 2007, 19 entries
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Wow. THis is just wow. I'm so glad that you love yourself now. This is just...WOW... I am speechless. Good luck in the contest
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From Clidney
Thats the spirit! keep that up, homie. i love ya poem -
Dark-ish
Ooooh I love it. So dark-ish.
They all hate me.
No one likes me.
^_^ That part reminds me very much of how I feel, Great job Nora! Keep it up.
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