I feel I'm never left alone
Life is such a downward spiral
So many people hatin on me
Dissin on my whole life style
I can't go anywhere
Without someone acting up
People always runnin their mouths
Trying to show me that they're tough
I grew up in my own hell
And I have a lot of problems
Unless yours include a druggie household
Then shit, to me you ain't got none
You tell me you're hurting everyday
And that you don't wanna go on
You've only been hurting a month or two
But my pain is still more strong
You don't know what it's like to wake up
And just wish that you would die
You don't know what it's like
To loose the effort to try
You can't tell me your only happiness comes from beer
Or that your bong is your best friend
That's always been my life
And that's the way it's gonna end
You tell me you know what I'm going through
But you just can't get inside
You don't know half the problems
I have in this fucked up mind
Have you ever been so angry
That you could slit someones throat?
Have you ever been so hurt
That tears came every time you spoke?
Do you know what it's like
To wake up from a dream
Where the only thing you heard
Was your very own screams
I don't think so fucker
You and your problems ain't got shit on me
You need to learn your place in the world
And just fucking leave me be.
Author notes
This is really how it is... [9.25.07]
A contest entry
- ANYTHING YOU WANT TO WRITE IS FINE WITH ME!!!!!!!! PRE WRITES OK!!!! 500 POINTS FOR GOLD!!! ONLY ON FOR 2 DAYS!!!!! by Un-Restricted-Girl.
525 points, ended September 27, 2007, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Hey this is a tough write about a tough life. Congratulations on the Gold. Outspoken and thought provoking.
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very nice. awesome emotional tuging in this shit.
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this is a really good poem. i loved it...keep up the good work n nice flow...
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this is a good write. if its from your own persona then fair play to you, your alot like my friend darren whos mum lives in a squat and thats where we spent alot of our school time! seen alot of things and met alot of people in that place, which darren and myself nicknamed our 'fuckhead phonebook'. very sad poem, good anger.
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Thank you for the comment dude! And yeah this is all real, I don't know if that's what you were asking but this is a very personal poem I wrote at a troubling time in my life.
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i meant FLOW.
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this one makes me want to cry
but the fow of it is nearly flawless...
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