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How Much More?(plz comment)
written by dark_child07
05:44 PM 2/12/05
People make me feel so stupid,
Like I dont know anything,
I just want to crawl back into not caring at all,
or better yet, just stop living.
People say I am pretty,
Or that I am as smart as anyone else,
but they are all a bunch of liars,
they dont care about me, only themselves.
I feel so alone in this world,
trying to live a life chosen for me,
Because I continually get let down,
by the people who supposedly care about me.
They say they love me,
they say they care,
but sooner or later, just like everyone else,
I will look up and they wont be there.
I feel so alone,
living in this creul world with a life I hate,
before I make that final leap that takes me away,
how much more do you think I can take?


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
This is for anyone who has ever been let down by the people they care about the most!

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» Comments / Feedback
by scribble_girl (2-12-2005 - 06:43 PM)
I know exactly where u are with this . . . . its really good! :)

by MaterLuna-26 (2-12-2005 - 08:12 PM)
you never going to be let down by me i'll always be there when you look up , and you know that. i when you wanna take the leap i'll be there with you. love ya lilcorky

by lost_soul67 (2-12-2005 - 08:18 PM)
hehehehehehehehehe u pansey but u go i go bremember that terry

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