CutieJulie
06-13-2006, 03:10 PM
I know I havn't posted in a bit but i'll make up for it with a poem :)
P.s. Working alot sucks hhee
God complex-
i look at my life and see much pain and agony
i look at my past and see how many times i wanted to flee
I look at the present and see much joy
but still i wonder why i was born a boy
a choice some say but if so i made the wrong one
my first 20 some years they weren't so much fun
bobbing and dodging weaving and ducking
I ain't never even had a real f :mad: cking
what that you say? let me speak if i may ....
Let me tell the story of why i don't pray.
Pain, silence, sorrow and guilt,
no one understands all that I've felt
I reach out to him, her or even a it,
i did it every day i did not quit,
I ask why, how and cried,
to get though the pain i lied and lied,
Tears streaming down my eyes,
sorrow suffering 2 decades of lies,
just tell me why, make it right,
a yes or no, an answer would delight.
Just tell me what it is you want,
i want to be me no longer a front,
I live, had, if you can call it that,
In fear and anguish i look at my bat,
Want to take it to my forehead, end it , that's that.
Ambiguous fearful i speak my rap.
i looked at my wrists and wanted to cut,
i looked at my neck and wanted it hung up,
Why doesn't god answer me,
i feel as thou, even though pain, this is how i was meant to be,
sorrow, wet pillows, a worn out teddy bear,
this are this the things that are most familiar.
I smirk, cough and spit, why the f :mad: ck would i choose this?
(c) 2006 -The-Shark-of-98-
P.s. Working alot sucks hhee
God complex-
i look at my life and see much pain and agony
i look at my past and see how many times i wanted to flee
I look at the present and see much joy
but still i wonder why i was born a boy
a choice some say but if so i made the wrong one
my first 20 some years they weren't so much fun
bobbing and dodging weaving and ducking
I ain't never even had a real f :mad: cking
what that you say? let me speak if i may ....
Let me tell the story of why i don't pray.
Pain, silence, sorrow and guilt,
no one understands all that I've felt
I reach out to him, her or even a it,
i did it every day i did not quit,
I ask why, how and cried,
to get though the pain i lied and lied,
Tears streaming down my eyes,
sorrow suffering 2 decades of lies,
just tell me why, make it right,
a yes or no, an answer would delight.
Just tell me what it is you want,
i want to be me no longer a front,
I live, had, if you can call it that,
In fear and anguish i look at my bat,
Want to take it to my forehead, end it , that's that.
Ambiguous fearful i speak my rap.
i looked at my wrists and wanted to cut,
i looked at my neck and wanted it hung up,
Why doesn't god answer me,
i feel as thou, even though pain, this is how i was meant to be,
sorrow, wet pillows, a worn out teddy bear,
this are this the things that are most familiar.
I smirk, cough and spit, why the f :mad: ck would i choose this?
(c) 2006 -The-Shark-of-98-