sitting in my courner here
laying in the dust
listening to everyone
talk of death and lust
i've never felt so lonely here
never felt so bored
never needed help this much
why dont you ask your lord
i don't know why im writing this
i don't know who to tell
but i can feel your sweetest kiss
in the depths of hell
i am the one most will fear
inside though i hold back tears
a razor to the wrist of a blade to the throat
i'm tired of being everyones fucking scapegoat
i'm tired of being lied to
i'm tired of being looked through
i'm tired of getting bitched at about my depression
i am what i was made to be
i don't care if god has forsaken me
the darkness dwells within my soul
and when i release my veins grow cold
i don't want anyone telling me what's in or out
or some priest telling me what my soul is all about
i don't wanna hear about god in the sky
i just want to be left alone to die
COMMENTS
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LadyRaniofArtic
21:52 Jul 14 2008
you should stop by my journal sometimes and read the poems i have, you might like some of them