Your Poetry Dot Com - Losin Hope

My friends are losin hope
At the sand they start to grope
I'm findin it harder to cope
Its like p*ssin up a rope

Chorus:
Up my nose I'm tryin to wheeze
Some parmesan cheese
I'm holdin up a stick of dynamite
I just have to light it and I'll never have to be contrite
The police are tryin to take me down,
But I live in the ghetto and its hard to shoot a clown

I'm puking into the sink
Eye swollen shut in a forever wink
I'm suffocated by these sheets
Why in the hardest game are their no cheats?

I hate being the poster boy for pain
My strength is beginning to wane, and I'm slowly goin insane
No words are comin to my head
I'm watching my heart break on my bed

I'm tryin to commit a suicide/homicide
Because so many times I shoulda' died,
But peace to me has been denied
I'm sittin under my house, tryin to hide

I'm sittin here listening to these rhythmic beats
My butt is wearin a hole in these cheap seats
My eyes are boring a hole in the wall
Just hopin they could break my endless fall

I'm amazed at how far I fell
Why I'm still alive is an even harder question to dispell
Why you look at me like I'm an albino?
When you ARE a wino

Its hard to live when your always on my case
I just wanna punch you in your ugly face
Spray you with a can of mace
And strangle myself with a metre of lace

You've distorted every option I have
I look like I've been dropped in a bucket of carbo-salve
I'm lookin sick like dogs with rabies
And your wearin you cheap Dutch clogs and holdin babies

You laugh at me, but I think I've done my duty
I'll never get you that you'll see, but you are a cutie
I'm sick of you prissy, stuck-up preps
Always actin like peace reps

*Look its about ta end*
They've gotten sick of me, their gonna hang me
I see your smiling faces, but you don't have the key
To get to me, that you'll see
I always come back to haunt the powers that be

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