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Do I Need to Be Here?
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Angry Should I really be here?
It seems like such a waste.
Tomorrow, will I be here?
Will I stay at this pace?
I hate the way I sit here dreaming,
Wishing, wanting, listening, longing,
For a new excitement thrilling.
For an end to my mind killing.
Drops of blood slip gently, dripping.
Every thing I know is flipping,
Out of hand, I'm falling, tripping.
Stripping me from deep within me.
Crippling blows, who would defend me?
Streams of empty crying fills me,
To hell with me, this void here kills me.
-Lo Ruhamah
that was great poem thats how i feel about life and school so i really like it
who would defend me?
I would. I love you. I was thinking about you today, about how you're so beautiful, about how you're one of the most amazing people I know.