M'kay. Well. Umm...Here's another poem...
You Are what causes suicide.
You are what makes
My depression and hate rise.
It's all you.
******** b***h.
What you say, what you do.
Oh you clueless swine.
Making me sick.
Burning my insides.
Poor baby sweet mommy.
Keep your hands off.
Don't really want to see
How bad I can really be.
What am I supposed to do.
Sit back, take the hits?
Let this sickening game continue?
Yeah right, think again.
I can smell it.
Oh it will end.
Poor baby sweet mother.
Such a lie.
How could anyone lover her.
Delishously waiting to explode.
Swine, baby, suicide, lie.
*Warning: This is LEGALLY my poem. Steal it and I will kick your a**. Not like anyone would want this, but just in case there's another demented mind out there that understands the s**t coming out of my warped mind.*
 larka_la_fey · Wed Jan 05, 2005 @ 03:35pm · 1 Comments |
