by Darclyfe   Jan 16, 2013

I Can't control it. I'm feeling like I can't get a hold of my worthless ass. It seems like none of my friends care and everything I'm working for is falling apart. None of my time that I ever used has gone wasted. I'm tired. I hate having to try so hard. But to no avail. Trying is all I can do and I'm sick of it.

Give me my heart. like a gift. My tears will fall like a rift. I need someone that'll give a lift. my life only can be filled with grievances. I need someone who cares. Who shares their feelings. I have a strict policy. And that is No ceilings.
Give away this strife. Slit my damn throat with my knife.
Because I am sick.
Life, </3


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  • 11 years ago

    by Darclyfe

    Well I Feel like this. A lot. and I feel as I can't talk about to anyone.

  • I like it, great job, this poem is sooo talented, just like you

  • 11 years ago

    by La Reina De Corazones

    Awh sweetie!!!! email me if you really and truly mean this okay? and the poem shows the raw emotions poems seem to lack or maybe it's the simple words that make it more of an impact...5/5

    Queen Ash