My life

by Sara   Jun 12, 2006


Each day that passes, I think of my decite.
It just seems to repeat and repeat and repeat.
It's like I live my life as a lie,
But no one seems to give a sh*t why.
Everyday I lay in my bed and cry,
Waiting for the day I'll be lucky enough to die.

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  • 19 years ago

    by X~Angie~X

    I love htis poem. i can rele relate to it.. its short and sweet. i love it.. great job. it has great flow and it rhymes nicely.. keep writing . keep ur head up
    angie