16/04/2008
poem
I fell nothing wrong or right
i am from the wild places
I am the shadow that no one cares about (but hatred surrounds me with nothingness.
I am from the womb of a beautiful women,
who doesn’t seem to care for me niether
the people who show no love for as long as i knew.
I am the thing that fails everything he tries to
do but never pass on
I’m free from the so-called-cool-people
but i still hang out with them to save face
but i stay still wondering my next move
I’m from the middle of worlds
I am the alone person
i take people to the right side but they dont
follow me anywhere
I can’t see anything, feel anything,or smell anything im full of nothing and i can see what life is.
Text posted at 12:43
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