HATE
Sittin' here in the dark
Hopin' no one will see my tears.
Listenin' to a slow song play,
Helpin' me to ease my pain.
Tired of things goin' wrong,
Tired of yahoo messin' up.
Tired of everything being my fault,
Tired of being depressed.
Maybe I should go gothic,
Maybe I should paint my walls black.
Maybe I should leave this place....
This place of agony, of stress.
Glad to hear my baby's voice
On the other end of the line.
I don't wanna be here anymore,
I just want to move far away.
By: Ashley Chavis
age:21
3-21-07
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