Faded walls in a musty room, it's 12pm yet no light shine through.
You lie there naked in a cold bed.
The sheets are damp, the springs are dead.
You toy with thoughts of suicide as you sip on jack and puff on lights.
You think of all that's let you down, your hopes and dreams are dead for now.
You hold a gun, that's all you do.
You may hate your life but you're a coward too.
You think of him, but he not of you.
You ask, "What's the fucks wrong with me?"� But you know don't you?

You can really write
You really can
» Xboyz on 2007-09-26 04:39:26

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
» Dilated on 2007-09-26 11:24:52

I spent an hour going thhrough your stuff yeesterday, trying to find an email address so I could complain til you updated
» Dilated on 2007-09-26 11:25:58

this is freaky.. i have a friend with the same name and depressed...
» dadumbo on 2007-10-12 12:50:07

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