My Life Poem by Dama Tristeza
My Life
Why get up to another day?
Another day of hurt and pain.
What's the point of this misery?
How the h*ll does it help me?
Why the h*ll should I give a sh*t?
The world doesn't care one f*cking bit.
That just about sums up my life.
Maybe I'll end it with a knife.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
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5/5/2024 2:32:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nice poem but if this is really about your life and ideas plz don't u kno y