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lifes not fair
Contributed by
frozensuicide
on
Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 09:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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They laugh, they joke
I feel like I'm about to choke
All these words coming at me
I dont get why they laugh at me.
Burning like dried bark from the ground
Innocent in its sound
My mind aches with the burning,
My stomach flips, its turning.
Lifes not fair.
But they dont care.
No one does
lifes not a buzz.
T hurts so much
When they poke, when they touch.
An emotionless doll, breakable and fragile
Why do I feel so vile?
When theyre the ones that are vile,
Making me feel so sad and fragile.
Lifes not fair.
Lifes not fair.
I did nothing wrong, I swear.
Life just isnt fair.
I just wanna cry,
Roll into a ball and die.
Rumors and gossip, about everything I am
Terrible I feel. They dont give a damn
As long as theyre laughing, smiling in the end,
Why cant I be gone? be hidden?
Lifes not fair, but they dont care.
Pulling my clothes, pulling my hair.
Calling me absurd names,
Whos the one to blame.
I cant take it anymore!
I dont want any more.
Lifes not fair, they dont care.
Theyre far yet so near.
They look at me, they just dont know
How the blood in my veins flow.
Wondering if theyd laugh if they were dead
A bullet through each of their own heads.
Lifes not fair,
Why would they care
Theyll never forget though
Theyll never forget though.
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Re: lifes not fair
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by sicknivesevered on
Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:05:54 PM AEST
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| Arg. I have mixed feelings about school shootings. On one hand, the bastards should have known what was coming. On the other hand, killing innocents makes you the bastard. I think just a good brawl O' doom would settle things... or vandalization if you're just too puny. Whatever the case, nice write. |
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