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Life Of A Freak

Contributed by willow_Tara72002 on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 12:54:59 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Always been alone
Rejected, Always feeling stoned
For the crime of being born
Now all i do is mourn
i dont want to be here

With all this self hate I am consumed
I dont know how to feel better, I dont want to feel better
I dont want to try, and Im so sick of everytime i cry
Im damned, I dont know how to stand
When im beat down,held down, and cannot be found

Broken by their insults, making me think its my fault
For who i am, cause those I repulse
How can i try when all everyone ever does is lie
They dont know how many times because of them I cry
I dont know whats a fact
And I cannot get this knife out of my back
my souls not intackt

Im tired of being hurt
Im thought of as being dirt
People take advantage
I act like I dont care,
I know they dont care,
They dont see me there
I've taken all i can bare






Copyright © willow_Tara72002 ... [ 2004-11-06 12:54:59]
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Re: Life Of A Freak (User Rating: 1 )
by brokenbylove130 on Saturday, 6th November 2004 @ 01:36:39 PM AEST
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this is so heartfelt. the best part of the entire thing is the first part.

Always been alone
Rejected, Always feeling stoned
For the crime of being born
Now all i do is mourn
i dont want to be here

it was amazing.
~much love
~mandi~


Re: Life Of A Freak (User Rating: 1 )
by Bohemian_with_a_pen on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 04:03:01 AM AEST
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awesome!


Re: Life Of A Freak (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Sunday, 7th November 2004 @ 06:35:52 AM AEST
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well written dark poem

takecare,
pixie xx




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