Death by...

July 4, 2011
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Living has killed me.

Killed me with words.
With sneers.
With witty mutters.

Killed me with cries.
And cuts.
And bruises.

Its killed me with fighting.
And lies.
With trying to stay at the top.

This world has killed me
By being imperfect.

While I was stuck
Wanting to be the perfection.

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shapeshifter56 said...
Jul. 16, 2011 at 2:01 pm
Awesome poem, MayaJun3! I love it! I completely agree, and I think this poem was very well-written.
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