A Wasted Soul

by RiseRebelResist   Nov 8, 2011


This Thing I Call My Life
Is Nothing But A Wasted Soul.
I'm Meaningless.
I Hate Myself.!!
People Just Don't Understand,
How I Feel About My Life.
I Fake A Smile Everyday,
Even Though Inside I'm Crying,
And Slowly Dying.

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