By Farah
Submitted by twisted_lie
Date: 2004 Jul 24
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I'm so tired of thinking,
I'm so sick of this feeling..
It's like my skin is dry and i keep on peeling..
I look up at the sky to see no birds flying,
I ponder around to find endless pain and dying..
How long can I bear this,standing still with no trying?
It's like people's souls are on sale,thier lives is all I can afford buying..
In a battle I am,at a war where soliders never stop fighting,
to my rights I will stand up,just like a storm has it's lightening..
This bubble I will burst,this shell I shall break,
To face this world it can't be that frightening..
A dead person with no luck and nothing to loose..
as destiny drags me down,my path it will choose.

                                   Saturday 29-3-2003