Post by XoXo_Branden_XoXo on May 31, 2007 12:39:25 GMT -6
Ok this was a long time ago. Around a time where my dad was OD'ing on pain killers and sleep pills,I was having girl problems, and friend problems. Around freshman year or so, but a very long time ago, just so everyone knows. And you all know that poems can have a lot of feeling in them. I never once tried to commit suicide.
Answer=Death
I just cant take it.
I just cant fake it.
I Dont like it,
And just cant fight it.
F*ck myself.
F*ck my Feelings.
They just wanna stay,
And wont go away.
Slit my throat,
Burn me to hell.
Do what you will,
Cause this is making me ill.
Block it off,
Shut it away,
Thats all i can do,
Until it comes, that day...
When i die.
That'll be the day.
When things are better.
Cause ill be away...
For Good
Answer=Death
I just cant take it.
I just cant fake it.
I Dont like it,
And just cant fight it.
F*ck myself.
F*ck my Feelings.
They just wanna stay,
And wont go away.
Slit my throat,
Burn me to hell.
Do what you will,
Cause this is making me ill.
Block it off,
Shut it away,
Thats all i can do,
Until it comes, that day...
When i die.
That'll be the day.
When things are better.
Cause ill be away...
For Good
