They're yelling and screaming
They come in and out opening and shutting my door
They tell me about my life
Saying it's just a bore
"You just sit there like a stone"
"You know you're always going to be alone"
I'm hiding from them under my bed
They won't go away
They won't get out of my head
"Why do you want to live?"
"There's nothing more you have to give"
"You're always sad"
"Your life is bad"
"You can show me how you have fun"
"This time don't use a razor, use a gun"
"You have cuts all over your arm"
"Try your head, it'll do no harm"
I got out the gun
Put it to my head
Now I'm over my body
It's laying there pale and dead



what do you think

i guess if u ask for replies u never get any

So much pain in this poem. Been feeling this way myself, lately...so I understand the feelings in it.

James

firstly i like the darkness of this poem.
secondly are you the same hi top who left this place

I like it too.

And yes, she's the same Amanda Randall to whom I gave the name of Hi-top back when I was hot stuff on Voicesnet.

Welcome back, Mandaranda!

Solidarity forever.

steve your still hot stuff

HAAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Why, thank you very much!

you sure rhyme alot

yep I'm Manda the same one too bad all my old poems are gone

oh yeah i do like to rhyme
i even rhyme in my essays for essay contests and stuff