Saturday, March 25, 2006

37) A wish that never been answered

Bad days are something I face everyday
Why is my life so messed up, sucks so much
I am sick of it I want some thing to go right
For a change and not to fail every day
And lose my faith in the idea of life
If only one day is good with some
Benefits I will forget all that happened
In the past, but that will never come
With this thing that happened to me
A small thing angers me the
Voice of some one the face of another one
Can’t stand my life, and the worst is the
Feeling of suicide or self inflicted pain
The wish of dieing every day
One day I will sleep and hopefully never get up

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