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Poem 4
Past, nothing but complete pain.
the fury thrives with in, waiting
ther perfect time to kill me within.
there is no grief or comfort,
just pity and influence to a death.
i've asked, at one time,
to be loved only for me,
but they don't want me for me.
just the money that can be made.
As a slave, a acapegoat
but no more.
it's time to leave the shackles of life.
fuck them all,
i'm tired of listening.
i'm tired of the giving, the taking
and the used trust.
what happened to the world?
what happened to loving people
for people?
all a shattered dream,
whatever happened to the "ilove you"
the kisses, a person's heart.
i have no heart now;
i have no trust in anyone now.
in the end, i have no one.
i just watch them go,
watch them fall....
But it don't matter to me.
it all comes to me in the end.
there or not, i'm there.
they come to see me.
i put my trust in them before
i pushed myself to the edge,
as far as i could go.
i tried and got far,
and now it won't matter
cause i'm alone.