Poetry

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written by: GrenadeJumper

Why this fucked up view on life
Always living in pain and strife
Walking alone and nobody's home
I'm sick of the cold that bites
I wanna escape this hell
That I'm living in
Constantly
Try to be set free
By these words
I heard before
Somewhere else
A sharp pain runs down my back
As the acid rain makes the streets begin to crack
I look up to the sky for some kind of answer
Some sign of hope
But again I get nothing
So I sit down, beat the ground
Tired of living life like this
No more shit
No more fun
I wish this all was over and done
It haunts me still
As I wait inside
For someone to help
To teach me pride
The one thing I'm lacking
I need the most
I can't just sit back and coast
Through this life I call hell
It will never end
It will never cease to be
Not until it finishes off me!

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