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Contributed by Chubs on Sunday, 17th July 2005 @ 11:39:20 PM in AEST
Topic: selfstruggles

Anger growing from deep inside
Can’t stop the madness around me
Things can’t get better anymore
Anger growing I can’t ignore
I try to make things better for me
But people kick me back to reality
Call me crazy but I know
There has to be a reason for me to be
I am meant for something but what and why
Tell me why I cannot die

You call me things that might be true
It makes me think about what I do
Whether I should live or die
You think it doesn’t bother me
But your friends surround me
They believe you and think it’s true
And I think of suicide all because of you

I question my life for many reasons
I’m surprised I live throughout the seasons
But I go on in this world of hate
Hoping something will turn out great

We believe all men are created equal
And that life is a movie with a starring role for all the people
But I am just an extra character
Meant to walk trough the scene and be forgotten
On the street as a forgotten soul
Freezing to death on my concrete pillow
Wet newspaper form the pouring rain
Is the only thing that comforts me
In this word of pain

I read stories about lucky people
How they survived falls and nasty experiences
But my life crashed into many pieces
Because of far too may reasons
Greed, anger, pain, and love travel through our cities
They hit us and give us thoughts about our lives
Some thoughts are negative and some are positive
Some are just there and cloud our minds

But I realized life is a system
A system of events to better the world
I guess I just make people feel better about themselves

Copyright Â© Chubs ... [ 2005-07-17 23:39:20]
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Re: No More Use (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Monday, 18th July 2005 @ 05:18:53 AM AEST
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Sad but great writing.
huggs,
emy

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