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Hopeless
By Psyko
My uncomplete heart with an uncomplete soul
a fucked up mind that I cannot control
my empty thoughts in my empty head
Im tired of getting picked on I wish I was just dead
all these suicidal thought keep streaming In my mind
Im just about to lose It, Im going to unwind
on all these fucking people who think they know me
but they dont.
they dont want to see who I really am
they only judge me by my looks and not by my personality
Im always tired of fucking things up
I wish I was drinking from my death cup
and Im also tired of letting everyone down
GODDAMN IT!! I wish I was six feet underground.
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Copyright 2005 Psyko
Published on Thursday, January 20, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "Hopeless"
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A former member wrote:
Liked it* the 6 feet under ground and death cup was original. I also liked how it is split in the middle that separates the different register and mood.
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On Thursday, March 10, 2005, SluG
(35)
wrote:
the death cup line was original, great write. -S.
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A former member wrote:
hey man that was a good poem but maybe you should think of going easier on yourself ya know i used to get like that all the time but if people dont want to get to know you then fuck em
are they worth your life or your happiness hell no. good shit though
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A former member wrote:
Wow.. That was beautiful... You have talent. - Holly
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A former member wrote:
*tight huggles* I still love yah Psyko
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