Feelings of under medication. comments welcome)
Posted: Fri May 07, 2010 8:12 pm
i sit,
I stare,
I do not care.
I feed,
I breath,
I spread my seed.
My life is wasted,
Heavily outdated,
And all along,
I've always felt hated.
I hate my life,
I hate the strife.
Yet I will never,
Turn to the knife.
But that doesn't matter,
I must hang on.
Because I was wrong
BecauseI Am Strong<b>
I stare,
I do not care.
I feed,
I breath,
I spread my seed.
My life is wasted,
Heavily outdated,
And all along,
I've always felt hated.
I hate my life,
I hate the strife.
Yet I will never,
Turn to the knife.
But that doesn't matter,
I must hang on.
Because I was wrong
BecauseI Am Strong<b>