on my own

Folder: 
1996

Never trust anybody always one on one

Everybody for themselves

No tough gang membership

Backing up your every fault

Life is a nightmare

Running on "E"



It's great; for it feels so real

Living is suffering

Misery is my life

Dedicated as you are



Why are you so into doing what you do?

Is life worth living?

Or is it all just a waste of time?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The first poem I ever wrote. 1996

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