They say that they know what its like to be me,
All the suffering and misery,
They really don't when they think that they do,
Sometimes I wish that I didn't have two,
They drive me crazy and up the wall,
They think that they're the wisest of all.
They tell me they love me,
They tell me they care,
When really they don't cuz they're never ******** there.
I wish that they'd just burn up and die,
So I no longer would have to cry.
Its so irritating the things that they do,
I wish I could live with a friend that I knew.
I think about cutting,
I think about death,
I never met that chick they call Beth.
They're always doubting the things that I do,
But, oh, if they heard half the s**t that I do,
They'd be the same way as I am, all ******** up in the head,
Then maybe they too would wish they were dead.
I used to believe that wishes would come true,
But really, thats just a ******** up joke too.
Like all other things that you want to believe,
Wishes are just a pill for relief.
You believe in them because you think they will help,
When all they really do is make you a whelp.
They'll never understand what its like to be me,
I wish I could live life and truly be free.
All the suffering and misery,
They really don't when they think that they do,
Sometimes I wish that I didn't have two,
They drive me crazy and up the wall,
They think that they're the wisest of all.
They tell me they love me,
They tell me they care,
When really they don't cuz they're never ******** there.
I wish that they'd just burn up and die,
So I no longer would have to cry.
Its so irritating the things that they do,
I wish I could live with a friend that I knew.
I think about cutting,
I think about death,
I never met that chick they call Beth.
They're always doubting the things that I do,
But, oh, if they heard half the s**t that I do,
They'd be the same way as I am, all ******** up in the head,
Then maybe they too would wish they were dead.
I used to believe that wishes would come true,
But really, thats just a ******** up joke too.
Like all other things that you want to believe,
Wishes are just a pill for relief.
You believe in them because you think they will help,
When all they really do is make you a whelp.
They'll never understand what its like to be me,
I wish I could live life and truly be free.
This is one of my older poems, but I came across it and thought I should maybe fix it up some. I really love this poem, and it seems to fit my life once again, here in my freshman year. I originally wrote it back in sixth grade. I hope you like it.
