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The End of My So-Called Life
written by DarkAngelBlood09:21 PM 6/9/04I am cold-hearted and torn to bits. I am bleeding from the heart, a wound that will never heal.
I sit in my room, so dark and uninhabited, only by me. I am the rage of sweet revenge. I am the sadness of everyone's problems. I will end my so-called life.
I will grasp in my hand the sharpest knife, but alas suicide does not scare you. It only makes you want to dare me, to see if I will really do it. But I won't, don't have the guts for this one. Someway, somehow, I will end my so-called life.
My confessions are hollow, your emotions shallow. You miss the point, the blurry effect of it all. If only you could see clearly and are not blinded. Your friends stand in the way; everyday.
My So-Called life is one that sucks. One that I don't give a fuck about. My So-Called life has friends that I doubt.
Here's the coming, the passing of this. My so-called life is shit.
You make me feel denied. I am crying, just ignore it. I am dying, just walk away. It's not like you show you care, just disappear. Sometimes you're my fear. You don't have to worry about me. This is the end of my so-called life. |
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