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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 11, 2005 21:58:44 GMT
My rage makes me wanna cry, It also makes me want you to die! you may be my own flesh and blood, I know nothing's bigger than sisterhood. But right now, I just wanna shoot you dead, Just wanna shoot you in the f**king head! You really wind me up, do you know it? That smug face I wanna hit! Let me string you up in a tree, While wild dogs eat at your flesh freely! I just wanna squeeze your head til it bursts, I just wanna make you feel so much hurt!
Die die die, Dont cry, cry cry.
You say you're depressed and wanna die, but you dont know what it's like. You're is just so f**king naive, So thick, so stupid that blood likes to weave. Makes me sick that you're so uptight, That you make out you cry at night. It's stupid, how you act, pathetic, Trying for everyone to be sympathetic. You want everyone to feel sorry for you, But the only thing that people do. Is laugh at you, behind your back, And I certainly join that laughing pack!
Why, why why, Do you always have to lie?
There's something you dont know, There's some emotions they dont show. They hate you, they laugh at you, And you know they do. What more can I say? I dont care if you die today. You just think you're so cool, But I hate you, and you'll, Soon know it if you're not careful, over your death I wont be tearful.
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Post by Lisa-Marie on Jun 12, 2005 14:09:29 GMT
arr thats very powerful... thanks for posting it hunny xxx
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Post by Bex *Crop Circles In The Sun* on Jun 12, 2005 16:24:22 GMT
thank you for the kind comments on all my poems xx
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