Life is what you make it.

by ãêx   Jul 31, 2006


He sits in his room with his music blaring.
He is drowning out the sound of his parents fighting.
He crys most of the time just wishing that someone would take him away.
Away from this place, someone to love him.
Maybe a new family.
He knows it won't happen.
He looks over at his nightstand.
Terrified, because he knows at any minute he will reach in there and grab it out.
That razor.
The one that holds so many memories.
Memories of all his tragedys.
He starts working on both arms.
A total of 27 all togethor.
He feels no pain.
Because when most of his life has been pain, he doesn't remember what it is anymore.

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  • 17 years ago

    by SuperJenius

    I like it, keep writing
    pretty sad but 5 all the same
    ~HazE

  • 17 years ago

    by Wasted Fake Smiles

    Wow this was even better than the other! its so sad...wow...this was amazing! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by ŘÅÇĦ♥

    Aww. Alex! I love it. And I am so glad were kool again and can talkl about this stuff. and we don't have to worry about stupid little things like teachers. I love you man.

  • 17 years ago

    by Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ

    Hmm very nice..but very sad...im really sorry 5/5 keep it up...i do understand this poem a lot...keep writing..

    ~Bl0oDyAnGeLeYeZ~