The life I live isn't worth a dime I wish i had a life that i could call mine its about time to pick up the 9 n blow out my brains without a sign without a trace of why! I should just go back to the life of being high trying to figure out whether to live or die not believing in heaven or hell, would i still get wings and be able to fly? Even if they told me yes are you sure they wouldn't lie? Siting here depressed and every 5 minutes theres a sigh I dont believe anyone can help me so now imma just end it here and now and just dropp to my knees hearing nothing but the screaming from people asking god why did this happen to me its time to see that theirs actually a problem with me damn thats the key it was just me If someone would've said something i would still be here to breath here to see here to touch but now people standing over my grave wishing that they had time to save me time they could've gave me to make things work but now in their minds will lurk a picture of me and the though of why they dont take the time for me
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