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I always find a way to say the wrong thing. Even when I mean well, how is the turn out. Mostly bad, wrong, Hurtful.
I really don't like my emotions, I have too many, and all they do is hurt everyone around me. This is kinda of a poem of hate to my emotions...


Submitted:Mar 9, 2007    Reads: 147    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Those poison words that I said,

They will follow me to the end,

They made me loose a friend,

And they wish for me dead...

Why do I do this?

These poison words that I speak,

My knees, they begin to get weak,

As I began to fall to the floor,

All of my friends walk out the door...

Why can't I help this?

The poison words I've utterd,

Made my heart shutter and close,

Those painful words arose,

This the blood stains my clothes,

Will I ever stop?

Push me away, these poison words stay,

If you stay I will never be the same,

I'll probly always stay this way,

I'll kill everyones day, Just go away...

Will I ever be the same?

To the poison words,

There is no vaccine.

Antidote,

Cure,

These poison words are forever,

And with me forever and a day,

theres no way,

No way I'll ever be the same...

Please push me away...

Away I must stay...

Forever and a day...





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