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Monday, March 5, 2007


The suckiest poem of the century
My life is nothing
I am just a mass in the earth
Taking up space, another person could take
Im not something to which usefulness clings
I find myself putting some use into my life
Then i shake myself awake
Remambering that im a fake

I find myself living a lie
Something that is inot real
Or something that I can feel
The I ask myself
What was I put on this earth to do? Why?
Then something in my mind tells me
You have to make the best of it
You have to deal

I do my best
Then i start to cy
Then while i cry
I say no I cannot
Who am i fooling?
I know i cannot deal with the rest
Then i cry some more
wishing i could die

A thought comes to me;crying wont fix anything
What will it do byt bring more sadness I have to do something good for my life
In addition, make it cling
Before I end up with less and less

To all those people who were
And are on the way of making their a life a mess
You can turn it around as i did
What is it worth being dead?
Your family will cry
That above all is not worth it
In addition, who cares about other people?
There is no person on earth who will thing
At least we are one person less
TEll people befor their living is rid
because then you have done as your own conciounce bid.




k guys i know this poem sucks big time but all i could come up with a moments notice.
will put another one up tomorrow
and will try to put more thought into it

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