crzywriter

Done with life
don’t know what to do
don’t know where to go
don’t know who I am.

Wondering why it hurts
why I cry
why I bleed
why life sucks

Wishing I could make it end
do I have the guts
do I want it that bad
do I want to die?

They say I’ve got so much to live for
so why can’t I see it
so why don’t I know it
so why don’t I feel it?

They say so many people care
then why do I feel so alone
then why does it seem like they’re all laughing at me
then why does it seem that they don’t give a fuck.

There’s no reason to go on
no reason to care
no reason to live
no reason for anything.

Everyone else seems so normal
like someone cares for them
like someone would die for them
like someone would do anything.

mammamaia

sorry, crzy... too much teen angst and self-pity here for me to give a darn about someone who doesn't give a darn about anything... imo, more a whine than a poem...

hugs, maia

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Farror

What are you trying to say? Stop stomping on my bleeding heart? It sounds like lyrics from a bad emo song. Sorry, this just didn't say anything to me.

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Londongrey

I'm sorry to say I agree with the others on this one. Unlike your sotry writing there is nothing situational about this piece and the reader is left somewhat empty.

*don't hit me!*

Alex xxx

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crzywriter

I won't hit anyone

You guys are right.

I am personally ordering no one to ever read this again.

I'm serious.


~Crzy