12 November 2002

my bad poem:

moody day

I feel so moody and frustrated sometimes,
Sometimes I want to fuck myself and die,
The day is so crappy and sad,
The silence sound like cries .

I feel so moody and frustrated ,
Nobody understands my thoughts , my pain.
I want to run and shout in the rain.
The day reminds me of feeling frustrated, the silence mock my day.

Sometimes I want to fuck myself and die,
Underneath the crappy , gloomy sky

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