Hurt Room 666 Poem by Clarie Sweet
Hurt Room 666
We meet in hurt room 666 did I do right or did I mess up again who cares?
I don’t life is messed up who really cares I don’t I wouldn’t dare.
Screw it let every one fend for them selves, no one really cares why should I?
Taking chances, we meet in Hurt room 666 exclusive lessons on hating and hurting, it doesn’t really matter any more, so much for taking chances.
No one cares and no one can help they don’t know my life and they can’t change the way I am.
this has a sorrowful mood to it but ur words finely express it i like the title nice job
I see a lot of pain expressed in this. Also, a lot of frustration. Probably because no one is listening or taking the time to show an interest in the suffering that is going on. The last line is the final clue. Somebody ask her what is wrong! I like the way this was presented by the writer. A success. GW62
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4/25/2024 7:55:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
i only stopped to read it cause it has my signature in the title, (666) .... i love it.... keep up the work.