Thursday, October 2, 2008


Hate flowing through my body,
Like blood passing through my veins.
Anger is the reason I live,
And the answer to all of my pain.

Who would love me, the shadow
Of a real man?
Hated by everyone
And only worthy of Hell?

Life being sucked out of me
Drop after drop.
How can anyone live like this?
Not anyone, just me, you’re not.

You’re not the one
Who gets mocked for being yourself
And suffer because of living
Like everybody else.

Look at me her talking,
Like there is someone who understands why
I feel all this pain inside me.
I’ll just do a favor to the world and die.

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