My Angst

December 6, 2011
By erasabletree BRONZE, West Linn, Oregon
erasabletree BRONZE, West Linn, Oregon
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I am a mess
a negative try hard
I hang with peer pressure
every day is the same routine
head down
hands in pockets
and trying to find my way through a croud of ridicule
Why must I be a victem
of the murder from within my concience
Yes, I cry.
real men do.
I feel emotion
it helps shatter my existance.
I may be a man of many words, but i am a man with very few dreams
easilly I am cut by the seams.
My sanity is the feed
it fills the bellies of constant bullying
forever knawing at my self esteem.
each day screams closer to my death.
the minutes count down
to the end of my balled
it sticks in my head
please
hold my hand.
please promise never to let go
you complete me.
I will never leave.
from the days where the leafs fall, to when the sun sets.
I Love you, and that much has been said.


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