U-n-t-i-t-l-e-d

by SilentSymphony   Aug 8, 2004


Guilty pleasure pours within.
I want to sin, I want to sin.
Make it stop, Make it go away.
I'll kill myself another day.
Punch, Smack, Kick and shove.
is this, Dad..what you really call love?
Yell, scream, shout and swear.
Obviously you don't Fu**ing care.
I'm just a person taking up space,
space that i desperately want to erase.
Make it stop, Make it go away.
I'll kill myself another day.

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  • 20 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Wow...I could really feel your pain! You are very talented!