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anger this soul is scared with anger this life is full of pain always wandering with no destination my soul wanders never staying to long long or too little it won't stop untill it finds finds a place it fits the perfect place to fit a place were it belongs where at last it can be at peace with itself and the world until the pain the suffering and the anger is gone no longer outcasted from society but accepted for the way it is when that will be i do not know only one person might know the amighty father hopefully has ceated a place where at last i can rest be at peace with my existance and surroundings until then i shall wander never staying too long or too little a flicker of existance if i find a mate we shall wander together until we have reached our final destination were we can find serenity were these puzzle peices can fit paradise such an idealistic word wandering is my destiny alone or with someone i will never know were but i shall get there till i have no need to wander until then i'll embrace the bumps because one day the fog will lift and at the end will be paradise i don't know were it will be in this life or the next will i wander until i die or will i wander after death? am i destined to wander for ever? is there no place for me on earth? will the place i nastalgicaly call paradise be hell, pergitory or other christian places of the after life? those are questions that no one can answer but when i finnaly reach my destination for the first time i'll be free and truly happy but for now i wander and wander drifting from place to place a ghost on earth You hide your true feelings embarassed to show care truly warm inside but refuse to love to feel you were a tearless mask made up of anger hatred and torture hurt people for fun people hurt you they make you feel pain they insult and laugh point fingers at you it truly hurts but you refuse you brush them off and make them feel worse you harm to cover up your weakness you hide your true identity with a cold hatered mask ashamed of being kind and warm your just afraid fraid to show your true self your just insecure not tough just insecure You say so many things so tangled up in your lies your life is a lie are all lives lies? whats the piont the point of working working your ass off to make something of yourself then suddenly you die whats the piont the point of anything sooner or later we're all going to die Why do we love? love is pointless all love causes pain pain and suffering eventually someone will love you but why? if love is so painful why do we love? Blue is like a tear drop a tear drop rolling down down my check and into my lap it reminds me reminds me of a cold rainy day it makes me want to dissapear dissapear from this world into the next away I go sorring away and never comming back that is blue Why do we live? all life is does is give you pain pain anger and suffering why do we suffer? do we suffer to live to live for pain and anger but why? why do we live? Suicide A weak mans excuse to get away from the pain the suffering life brings but at times its so tempting does that make us weak or strong for over comming the temptation You try to talk but no words are spoken you try to cry but no glistening drops come out you try to walk but no steps are taken you try to breath but your air is gone the time stoped ticking and your candle goes out If i die today will you care? if i die tommoro will you cry? i would not why you ask? it's not worth it nothing is life is a joke a cruel joke played on all so don't cry laugh and ceebrate that another cruel joke is over |