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Have you ever waited to die? To end all misery?


Submitted:Jun 16, 2008    Reads: 147    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   


What a day for trouble.

What a life for fear.

Here I sit alone,

And wait for another tear.

I wait for a chance to come out,

But all I do is wait.

I am afraid to see and hear,

Their voice and eyes so sneared.

All I do is run and hide,

But I still don't get the point,

I am not violent or worthless,

But all I do is wait.

I stayed alone,

Let the door barred shut,

And wait for the tears to scramble,

And the rain passes by.

If I were in so much trouble,

Why is there no trouble?

Why did I bang my head on the wall,

to let the blood pour down?

If there is all I ever have?

Then let this get over with.

With a click of pistol

What's more to wait?





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