As i walk down the hall
Everyone stares and ask why im so diffrent
I just ignore them and walk away
With tear in my eyes
I hate my life
I get the razor once more
And begin to cutmyself again
Day by day i do the same
Hating on my life
Wishing i was dead! !
i understand the emotion of your poem but if this is true, it is not good look on the brighter side of life and be inspired way to go Monique.
oh dont say that. begin to love and kill ur loneliness. simply love.. love is denied to none. but we have to begin to love.. smile.. and you will get lot of smiles back. help and it gives tremendous joy. write poetry on love and sing a beautiful song............... thank you
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i understand the emotion of your poem but if this is true, it is not good look on the brighter side of life and be inspired way to go Monique.