Betterooff Dead Poem by Born Frustrated

Born Frustrated

where hell meets the Earth

Betterooff Dead

Rating: 3.2
 


there are so many problems on this earth...
how could any one think of birth...

sometimes I think that we are all
better off dead

A Smile on your lips
and a hole in your head

but until the sun finally explodes and kills us all...

that I wont let the problems keep me down...
I wont be the one to wear a frown

if you are worring about them.
and your trying to put the blame on someone
it ain't me...
how about next time you try the
entire human race...

but I still think...
We're Better off dead

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rumor Red 27 December 2007

i love your poetry mr. murder lol you inspired me alot but i don't know how 2 show them 2 you

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Evaughn Gray 16 July 2007

your a very good poem writer and this one is very good just like all your work but anyway......~your hazel

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