I hate life. All life.
Legs! Stand up for me
Is this where you want to be?
Shouldn't cry, cannot flee
fight back, just to see
You've prolonged the pain. Plea?
No one cares. Buttfaced : Me
Escape inside. Can't hide. Gee!
It's time for me to become a tree.
Each year the layers add
The bruises really are not that bad
Is that your face or are you sad?
The quiet ones are quite mad.
Inside I am free.
Come out? Make me!
Inside the core I am of the core
I haven't seen much of the outside before
self-absorbed and an attention whore
Go Away
You speak. I'm quickly sick and bored
world is bleak, words are shit, nothing more
I'll do nothing, Die plotting to escape to shore.
Go Away.
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