May 04 2011


Published by at 7:53 am under emo Poems

Everyday gets worse than the last,
suffering and torment kills me.
All end the end they’re gonna realise,
the misery and sorrow I feel.
They think they are better than me,
but forgot that they don’t have control.
To them I am a small little mouse,
they’re the huge cat trying to find their pray.
After all was done,
they will see im dead and gone..

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