My heart holds blackness, the color of depresstion
why does the world have so much opresstion.
My friends are all sad
and the makes me mad.
I hate my life
i wish i could stab my self with a knife.
I moving once again
mybe ill make friends who like me for who i am.
If one day i dont curl up and and cry
i might just curl up and die
This poem is how i feel about my life. It may not be he best you've ever heard but its true. And why does every one hate people because there black or they wear glasses. why cant we all just get along and be friends. And at school why does there have to be the popular ground the nerd group and the jocks. Why we just people who each other we may hate some one but that doesnt mean they should be summerized into a group.
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How I feel about my life
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I'll be your friend!! blaugh