• "Its Just A Point Of View"



    What is truth between you and I?

    Is it not where points of view have been layed?

    I say "you hurt me" when you yelled

    You say "I never hit him"

    when you are yelled at



    I get hit for a lie

    You get patted for truth

    I feel the pain from the blow and from words

    You feel the joy of freedom at home



    I have been injured with once the time of wound

    Yet twice the feelings of the heart

    New day has dawned and I have cried for the night

    Pain not of bruses but of the words that have harmed



    You say "I want an appology for for when you lied last night"

    I say " It wasn't a lie!

    Have you ever been hurt inside?!
    My mind was lost from emotional pain of my self-loathing,

    They put me on pills to make it go away!



    Everyday I try I die a little inside

    They say "kid you have a pulse, your still alive"

    I get zoned and try to sleep

    They just wake me to drug me up



    One day I got a case of apathy

    And say

    "Whats the point of me living?"

    I told you and you just say

    "piss off p***k

    I'm watching

    dagressi!"



    I try,

    I try,

    Just to die

    You say

    "no one will miss you anyways"

    I than get soo upset

    But at least you gave

    Something to feel



    Next day another asylum

    The doc say your just some punk

    I glare at him

    He flinches

    he priscribed me

    than kicked me out the door



    The emotions keep swelling

    I just keep bursting

    with anger and sorrow

    in the same

    I get kicked out of school anyways



    years of treatment, nothing helped

    testing drugs on this lab rat

    I get pissed and toss one p***k

    They all backed off and leave me again



    I toss my pills out the door, saying

    "I need you no more!"

    They all yelled and I just laughed

    I soon became stable



    My best friends talk to me

    They all say that I seem better

    I get in school one again



    People in school mess around

    I get pissed off from the clowns

    I remember all my friends

    And soon see them again



    you say I'm odd

    I agree, but

    I turned from that to happy

    you think too

    the points of view

    Whats life about anyways?

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