Wednesday, September 22

Poem #3

Cry lie and silently die
because its now too much
and im tired & worn out
solid turned liquid
liquid turned gas
get me outta here fast!
im done playing your games
running in circles through your psychotic maze
trying to break me~~well im already broke
no trying to save me because nobody cares
ive sheed enough teres for the great blue
i don't want it for me and i don't want it for you.
so guess what~~im through.

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