HELL
HELL
You act like im waiting
I've been waiting forever
I'd rather kill myself than wait another
Day feeling like this
I don't know if you'd even miss me if i just left
I know im not some beauty queen
Im nobody's fool either
My heart is a fragile ugly place
AND i hate myself for letting my heart
TAKE ME BACK DOWN
It's hard place to be when you're already so LOW
WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE?
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Faithful or Faithless | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
| HELL | 1 | 11/02/2009 |
| Start New | 0 | 11/02/2009 |
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