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Miserable Day

Contributed by moonstone629 on Monday, 14th April 2003 @ 02:45:00 AM in AEST
Topic: oops



I woke up this
Morning
And hit my head
On the wall
The water-heater broke
As I was in the
Shower
I tripped over
My dog
While walking down
The hall
Nothing’s going
My way

On the way
To school
I fell three times
Spilled bleach
For science class
On my backpack
And my cut
Forgot how to spell
My name
Nothing’s going
My way

Made a fool
Of myself
In front of people
I don’t even know
My hair’s a mess
My clothes are
Last season
Hit my head on
The desk
And guess what
I spilled there
Bleach
Nothing’s going
My way

Jerred’s making
Fun of me
My backpack
Broke
I lost my
Drumsticks
And put a hole
In my snare drum
Nothing’s going
My way

Vincent and Doug
Are laughing
At me
I forgot to do
My homework
I don’t understand
My math assignment
My fingers are burning
From bleach
Nothing’s going
My way

I failed
My English homework
Anthony and Michael
Think I’m insane
And chances are
They don’t even know
My name
Nothing’s going
My way

Blake said
He hated me
Again
Well that makes two
Of us
Me and him

Dee thinks
I’m mad
At her
My art painting
Really sucks
Nick’s trying
To figure out
What’s wrong
With me
And all Josh does
Is discriminate
Because I’m female
Against me

Nothing’s going
My way

I didn’t take
Social studies notes
I didn’t start
My oral report
Why did Shakespeare
Have to have
Such a boring life

I lost my library
Books
Ryan thinks
I’m an obsessed
Psycho
And I can relate
To Mrs. Kendall
Nothing at all
Is going my way

I sit next to
The smelly
Kid
In almost every
Class
My group is
Fighting
Mrs. Winans is
Gone
Steph ammonia
And unfortunately
It smells like crap
Nothing’s going
My way

I got ammonia
In my cut
And it feels
Like it’s on
Fire
I’m being mean
To Bobby
Jerred’s being
A jerk
And Dr. Lundquist thinks
I’m crazy

I think Dr. Amanda
Should up
My dosage
So I can be normal
But that won’t
Ever happen
Because nothing ever
Goes my way

As I watch
The other kids
In the hall
I wish I could
Have friends
Like every one
Else
I wish I could
Be normal
And have someone
To talk to
But instead
I spend my days
Dreaming of what
This life would
Be like
I want people
To like me
Like they do
Ben or Marie
I want to be
Normal
Like Jerred or Nate
I wish had
Many friends
Like Spencer
Or Reece
That’s all I
Want is to have
Someone to talk
With
And share my
Experience with
But that shall
Not happen
And I will be stuck
Suffering
By myself
Because no one
Cares about what
I have to say
Nothing’s ever
Going to go
My way

I wish every one
Would just leave me
Alone
So I could
Curl up in
A corner
And cry
Nothing’s going
My way

I wish
The ground would
Eat me up
And take me
Away from
This horrid place
That I live in
Not that any one
Would miss me

At times
I dream of
Suicide
To get me out
Of here

My life
Is made so
Miserable
By the people
I’m forced to
Be around

I fear
That nothing
Will ever
Go my way
And I shall
Be stuck in a
Gruesome, terrifying
Place

I pray my
Savior
Will come
And carry me
Away
I don’t want to
Be stuck
In this miserable
Day
Any longer




Copyright © moonstone629 ... [ 2003-04-14 02:45:00]
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Re: Miserable Day (User Rating: 1 )
by razorbladerose on Friday, 2nd May 2003 @ 08:39:52 AM AEST
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I'm not laughing at your miserable day, but i loved reding this! You have made it all so interesting to read by your technique used in this write! I can also relate to you a great deal near the end of this write! Again, brilliant! ;-)


Re: Miserable Day (User Rating: 1 )
by capergirl_23 on Sunday, 4th May 2003 @ 09:52:15 AM AEST
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I really enjoyed the technique you used as well!! I loved it!
But I hope the sun and all its beauty shines its way in on your miserable day!
And things in your life begin to go your way!!
~Take Care~




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