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Post by arcanephantom on Jan 7, 2006 9:46:29 GMT -5
I was born a lowly shit I'll die no more important Not a fucking bit Forget the bitch You wasted your heart on Dead in your mind I'm the disposable kind A degrading find I bitch and I cry When all I should do Is die Pass me by Better for you Pain for me Heart in constraints Will never be free Pain strangling Happiness dead and dangling Wish I could have you My whole life through But I'm a wasted care Dead, lonely and bare Better to leave me in my lair Hate my condition Defeated volition Want you bad Feeling makes me mad You'll never find what I want you to see I'll never be who I want me to be But it's not about me It's more about you Something I have to open my eyes to
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Post by mikethelemming on Jan 8, 2006 3:35:39 GMT -5
a rebellion piece perhaps?
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Post by arcanephantom on Jan 8, 2006 4:24:23 GMT -5
it's kind of a 'i hate myself, i'm a piece of shit and i don't deserve this guy's heart, he's wasting his time' type poem. essentially, yes, a rebellion against myself. deidre
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