probably some grammatical impossibillities
and prepare to aim.
she learned me to
pretend, pretend it's fun to be dead.
well, it's simple enough.
never mind.
They rearrange my organs
for puberty now and get watered
in their mouths as they think
of what they will do with my
brain.
Share your friends, hesitate
for words, smoke coffee and
get high for the first time.
i joined this society, we are what
we are, get used to it,
It's how we do it, if you don't like it
you can leave..
They smash my head, i feel
pain, i must be human
i guess, but i forget fast, so...
well... nevermind...
but i never forget, how i
promised myself to never
talk again, it lasted for a year..
i think i proved the point to
myself, but it had no worth.
in school the only thing i
seemt to have learned was
to cry like a man, but i still
feel stupid, as it seem that
i have no point, with this
pathetic excuse of a life.
and they gave me a
cake to shut up.
as they aim the
teen gun at me.
p-p-p-p-perfect... i falter....
this is the end.
Poetry by asshole
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Written on 2007-02-28 at 22:12
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Grind teenage-heart
They cut me open.and prepare to aim.
she learned me to
pretend, pretend it's fun to be dead.
well, it's simple enough.
never mind.
They rearrange my organs
for puberty now and get watered
in their mouths as they think
of what they will do with my
brain.
Share your friends, hesitate
for words, smoke coffee and
get high for the first time.
i joined this society, we are what
we are, get used to it,
It's how we do it, if you don't like it
you can leave..
They smash my head, i feel
pain, i must be human
i guess, but i forget fast, so...
well... nevermind...
but i never forget, how i
promised myself to never
talk again, it lasted for a year..
i think i proved the point to
myself, but it had no worth.
in school the only thing i
seemt to have learned was
to cry like a man, but i still
feel stupid, as it seem that
i have no point, with this
pathetic excuse of a life.
and they gave me a
cake to shut up.
as they aim the
teen gun at me.
p-p-p-p-perfect... i falter....
this is the end.
Poetry by asshole
Read 428 times
Written on 2007-02-28 at 22:12
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