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Jan 06, 2010
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What Am I?
Trying to get out of here with spry
Get out of here, a boy isn’t suppose to cry
Not talking with people, can’t get attached
To my own family, I’m detached
Left a gaping hole and a permanent scar
Still hearing them say my dreams won’t get far
With a deep amount of confusion driving me crazy
Opinion hardly counts thoughts are all hazy
Everyone looks happy, to my pain can anyone relate?
Full of regret now, no more full of hate
Sleep when and where ever though out the day
Stuck in a rut, it’s like this everyday
Another headache where my head starts to pound
Wanna be alone; I don’t wanna to hear a sound
State of paranoia, is my mask even on my face?
All this and 17… guess I am a disgrace
— Dark_Death, Jan 06, 2010
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Critiques
Morgana Tragic…
16 years 5 months ago
Good poems with a bit of
Dark_Death
16 years 5 months ago
ty for the comment
ifoundaplace
16 years 5 months ago
: )
Dark_Death
16 years 4 months ago
thank you for reading my
Arrow
16 years 5 months ago
I agree with the rhyme issue
Dark_Death
16 years 4 months ago
hehehe ill try 2 keep that
Silent_Rain
16 years 5 months ago
Hay great poem
Dark_Death
16 years 4 months ago
=)
vampirexwhispers
16 years 4 months ago
=o
Dark_Death
16 years 4 months ago
ty =D