You are nothing
but a piece of garbage
Everybody blows you off
Nothing you say matters anymore
It's best you not speak at all
because you're only critisized
You're sick of being by yourself
Nobody wants you around
yet they won't take you anywhere
All everyone does is bitch
about how you're such a pain
They say they care
but truly they're out to make your life hell
And yet they wonder why you do drugs
You do them to escape reality
and this hell they call life
Hell, it feels better than cutting yourself
It doens't leave physical scars
People don't automatically judge you
because of the scars you DON'T have
Nobody truly understands you
not even yourself
Drugs take away the pain
that comes with the hell called life
Yet they hurt you
How the hell are you to deal with your surroundings
when things are consecutively going downhill?
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BrainSpassim: Your poem makes me wanna punch someone i love it! on September 07, 2007 7:32 PM
