Make Me Cry

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    Make Me Cry

    im weak
    weak inside so i cry,
    most of the time
    i dont do the crime,  
    i get punished either way
    no matter what i say,
    i hate you so bad
    all i do is walk around mad,
    mean hateful ill
    give me some pills,
    so i can fly
    and fly far away as high as the sky,
    this life means nothing
    because of you,
    one day you will look in my eyes
    and then will you realize,
    the damage you have caused
    but by then my life will be paused,
    and it will be to late
    for me to have a better fate.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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