on the edge

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    on the edge

    it's so fucked up i think...
    see a new day everytime i blink
    who tha fuck is this lookin at me...
    look what these drugs have done to me
    had to keep it goin couldnt last a week
    like these pills came up n asked for me
    i been on my ass for too long.. my bodies weak
    nobody gives a fuck about me
    life would be much better without me
    everybody listens and t the same time doubt me
    hate is what surrounds me, im tweakin the sound geez
    volumes on 24, got my ears ready to bleed
    im ready to be revoked i choke on my words
    sneeze my emotions out im so bizerk
    checkin bank statements to see my net worth
    but im fuckin freakin out cuz my internet just wont work
    i love females but they leave me so hurt
    fuck them too.. i'll meet a good freak, just gotta attend church
    at least theres only one of otha nigga that she'll put first
    kinda fucked up but hey.. whatever the hell works
    im jumpin off the cliff yup head first.. only thing i remember
    is ouch.. the bed hurts... ive been sleep, geez i hate earth
    i hate trees i hate dirt.. i hate beez, n nerds on a rope
    n roads wit no lights wit pot holes, and fat hoes
    not fat people.. just fat bitches that wear tight clothes
    im on the edge yes i know..... lol

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    silentwriter commented on on the edge

    07-01-2009

    weird but weirder still is i understood it all lol

    DeepEclipse commented on on the edge

    07-01-2009

    My kind of shit. A world where everything is agianst you. No time to rest. Always got to be at yoru best. Well worded and so damn ture.................

    XxPoeticxSoulxX commented on on the edge

    07-01-2009

    lol that was good:)i liked it. you kno its hard out here for a pimp...lol

    SilentPoet

    07/01/2009

    haha you know! lol

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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