F.U.C.K. IT

by A Fallen Angel   May 22, 2006


Here I stand on the edge of life
Nowhere to turn, noone to take away the knife

Everyone has fled to a different place
Or covered up behind a different face

Alone in the cold is where I stand
No hope of anyone to understand

My lonliness is my only true friend
There with me when everything else ends

He needs to listen to the advice given
Otherwise for his mistakes he will not be forgiven

I need to learn to leave everything be
Sometimes things are just too bad to look and see

Everything is falling apart and it's all my fault
Everything wonderful has been brought to a screeching halt

The darkness is coming in faster than before
Becoming so unbearably hard to ignore

I need to sever my sisterly bond more than ever
Otherwise I will be stuck helping her forever

He needs to grow some f.u.c.k.i.n.g. balls and tell his parents NO
But he is too spoiled to stoop that low

Everyone has their own problems with which they have to deal
So what does it matter what I feel?

I can't get away no matter how hard I may try
Why should I bother when we all know it'd be better if I would die

Everything just seems to piss me off and I can't take it
I just want to scream at everyone, " F.u.c.k. it! I'm tired of this S.h.i.t!"

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  • 17 years ago

    by Natasha "rayne"

    Awsome i loved everything how it rhymed so perfecly ecept the ending but it was just your burst of emotion

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