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man im tired of all da fukin bull shyt..man my girl father decides he wants her buried up in New york,,so i cant even go to her funeral n shyt..man thats sum fuked up shyt..but dat nigga gonna get whats comin 4 him.. n shyt u feel me?
here goes some poems:
Secrets
My life, holds a lot of secrets.
No matter has close, I let you get,
I still keep you a distance away.
I try to let people in.
Believe me, I do try.
But my heart wont allow it.
It’s been damaged to much.
So much pain,
So much lies, and hurt.
It will never go away,
Wont even fade away.
Is there anybody,
That can get in,
And help me?
Probably not.
The people I do allow in,
Always end up getting kicked out.
I keep watch of everything,
And everyone.
My heart wont allow,
Nobody in.
My heart is a,
Lost world of its own.
Weighted down by heavy burdens,
With pain,
With hate,
With despise,
With everything.
It don’t even matter no more.
Because no one cares,
And neither do I.
I Wish
I wish,
I could cry.
I wish,
I wasn’t blinded by fear.
I wish,
I wasn’t around to love.
I wish,
I could trust.
I wish,
I wasn’t hurting so much.
I wish,
I could trust.
I wish,
I could show my emotions.
I wish,
I didn’t keep people so far.
Maybe one day these wishes will come true.
Right now, it all seems impossible.
Look at Life
Life is like a book,
You can’t read it until,
You’ve been taught.
With life, you teach yourself.
You won’t understand it,
Unless you’ve been through it.
Even then some people still,
Don’t get it.
So, what’s the point
Of teaching a lesson,
When it’s not going to be learned?
What’s the point,
Oh having a life,
When it means nothing?
What I really Want
Nothing is ever good enough for you.
Nothing that I say or do.
Why the fuck should I care?
But to tell you the truth it means everything to me.
I want your praise, your love and affection.
I want to hear you say your proud of me.
I want to hear you say, ‘I love you,’ and truly mean it.
That’s what I want.
I want to feel as though, I mean something to you.
I want to feel loved by you.
I want to feel that you are truly proud of me.
But I already know, that is out of the question.
So, I’ll keep what I really want to myself.
here goes some poems:
Secrets
My life, holds a lot of secrets.
No matter has close, I let you get,
I still keep you a distance away.
I try to let people in.
Believe me, I do try.
But my heart wont allow it.
It’s been damaged to much.
So much pain,
So much lies, and hurt.
It will never go away,
Wont even fade away.
Is there anybody,
That can get in,
And help me?
Probably not.
The people I do allow in,
Always end up getting kicked out.
I keep watch of everything,
And everyone.
My heart wont allow,
Nobody in.
My heart is a,
Lost world of its own.
Weighted down by heavy burdens,
With pain,
With hate,
With despise,
With everything.
It don’t even matter no more.
Because no one cares,
And neither do I.
I Wish
I wish,
I could cry.
I wish,
I wasn’t blinded by fear.
I wish,
I wasn’t around to love.
I wish,
I could trust.
I wish,
I wasn’t hurting so much.
I wish,
I could trust.
I wish,
I could show my emotions.
I wish,
I didn’t keep people so far.
Maybe one day these wishes will come true.
Right now, it all seems impossible.
Look at Life
Life is like a book,
You can’t read it until,
You’ve been taught.
With life, you teach yourself.
You won’t understand it,
Unless you’ve been through it.
Even then some people still,
Don’t get it.
So, what’s the point
Of teaching a lesson,
When it’s not going to be learned?
What’s the point,
Oh having a life,
When it means nothing?
What I really Want
Nothing is ever good enough for you.
Nothing that I say or do.
Why the fuck should I care?
But to tell you the truth it means everything to me.
I want your praise, your love and affection.
I want to hear you say your proud of me.
I want to hear you say, ‘I love you,’ and truly mean it.
That’s what I want.
I want to feel as though, I mean something to you.
I want to feel loved by you.
I want to feel that you are truly proud of me.
But I already know, that is out of the question.
So, I’ll keep what I really want to myself.