I hate my life
i hate my life
i wish it would end
i can not stand it
my pain inside keeps,
eating at my soul
it cannot escape
i live in total pain
there is no peace,
inside myself
no one understands,
how much is there
no one can help me
i cannot stand my pain
i wish it would end
i hate mylife
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| do i deserve this?? | 0 | 06/06/2009 |
| I hate my life | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Why? | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| untitled | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| LOVE | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Enough! | 0 | 06/02/2009 |
| Alone | 2 | 06/02/2009 |
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