i cant see it aney more im lost my body is a battel grownd and my side is loosing in the war of life iv lost my frends have gon and thay beat me daly ones befor ones after my god what am i know nowing that in all my life that is the pont that iv givenup on people helping iv got a god father who sees me as a lode he cant bear all iv got is the gutat and im losing that too i tryd fighing for my contrey and my contrey didunt whant me i tryd helping people and here that works but out ther it dosnt iv got my larp thats something thats good were i can be some one not me oh dring world iv got nothing left to give i cant even pull the triger on life cos if i do nothing will change iv got to bunker down in a world were people work pass like people on a bisey pavment in a citey were no one cares i dont thingk that its worth it looking arownd for love or frendship i fell in love ones and she looked at me like a freek and expland to me like a child with know nolig of love or torment what it was like to be her and why she codent be with me her life compard to mine its pritey coshey now when she sees me and the room falls in to a pit of a aqwerd silens as to people who protent to be frends make eye contact and 1 sees that the other still loves her and the other looks at her realising love is a fikel thing that will shoot you down as soon as look at you and as the moon comes up over the sad voltile strets of plimoth devon uk all eyes tern to the warter front as a new bach of site seres pile off a day trip boat to pick ther pokits to rip them off to get them drunk on 50% proufe bull shit that thay cook up in ther back gardens all this happuning will i dry the blood from my arms and look at the room the floor coverd in card tubes like the spent casings from a gun the bullis dryingmy blood off me and i think of the people here and i think 1 of them must miss me if i go so i keep on the weed fuled life that i leed thinking
it ill be beter tomorw
bull shit the only thing that keeps me going is the shit in the meds and the shit in my role up my frends all gon my life like a flag all ript and torn iv hert more people than saved been hert more times than loved so all i can do is give love and hope that somme comes back poems dont all ways rime not all cherch goers are cleen some are alcoholics some are drugees im nothing im just shit lison to this and you will know
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