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as i lie in my bed crying
my life my sould all dieing
the world around me crumbles
and i began to stumble
to many memroies
to much pain
hate is all that i can think of
the hatred of you and many more
you treat others like gods
but you treat me like a dog
constally being called names like hog
i lie awake at night and sob
wish it would stop
wish it would go away
wishing not ot be alive for anpther day
all because the way you behave
tears i shed
a gun put to my head
with a shot bullet made of lead
i now become dead
- Title: my life
- Artist: jirocho
- Description: a poem i wrote when i was going through a bad time
- Date: 05/08/2011
- Tags: life death family
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