Living 1 Bad Life

by tiana   Oct 18, 2007


Living my life is like living in jail
I get treated with anger
The love my life defines to me is
hate, anger, trouble, and careless
At night tears fall down from my eyes
like rain coming down from the sky!!

I try to stand strong
but each day passes it gets worse and worse
My hands tremble in the sound of fear
My thoughts go blank when i know
I have nothing else to think of to stop
me from this pain

I call out for help
But the help i get
wont help take away
this pain or troubles
from life

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  • 18 years ago

    by tiana

    O umm thanks i like really jus started doing poems.. ill get the hang of it soon... maybe you can help a little..

  • 18 years ago

    by tiana

    O umm thanks i like really jus started doing poems.. ill get the hang of it soon... maybe you can help a little..

  • 18 years ago

    by tiana

    O umm thanks i like really jus started doing poems.. ill get the hang of it soon... maybe you can help a little..

  • 18 years ago

    by country girl

    Okay, i know poems dont have to rhyme but there's a few places it might need it, not to be a jerk, but it would sound better

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