Life
I hate my life,I hate everyone, and everything.
I run and cry I even scream but no one hears me it seems.
People judge me everyday.
It seems i can not get away.
So more fearful nights I will face,while thinking about his sweet embrace.
Life
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Title | Comments | Submitted |
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
I gave it all | 1 | 06/12/2013 |
Life | 0 | 05/25/2011 |
My heart | 0 | 02/12/2011 |
Dad's | 1 | 01/01/2011 |
Emo | 0 | 01/01/2011 |
Broken Love | 0 | 01/01/2011 |
Life is a nightmare | 0 | 01/01/2011 |
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