Things are so wrong
I'm not that strong
I'm not where I belong
I wish I was gone
I don't want to be here
I wish I could disappear
I wanna go somewhere
anywhere but over here
Everything you said
went straight to my head
you gave me all these meds
and said now it's time for bed
What is happening
why can't I see anything
all this pain that is hurting me
it's so fake, so hard to believe
why won't the pain stop
all your insults have made me pop
I'm at the bottom when I should be on top
look at the floor, blood, someone get a mop
Times up
the clock has stopped
someone call 9-1-1
right now you have
another person...
gone
yo dat is de shiot yo son... ya heard me!
yo i is totizzeling to the whole sucizille shiot ya heard me
fo sho... holla back youngin
woot woot!
Hey, this is a pretty good poem, it flows, if ya know what i mean. I tottlay can relate to this poem though. Very nice.