Jun 26, 2005 01:20
okay, so normally I write poems/songs/(or whatever you want to call it) when I'm angry or sad. But tonight was a different story. I got bored and I started to write and when I was done and read it, I said to myself damn, this is mean. But its not a true story(well it might be somewhere else) so here ya go:
Are you still the same from before, smoking crack and selling whores? Its weird how people change but not you, you're still the same. Tap the needle and find the vain, stick it in and feel the pain. Are you happy watching yourself waste away? There was a time when you didn't need drugs to get high. Remember when your son was born and you cried with tears of joy. Well keep crying old man because your dead to him. I told him daddy died a good man, little does he know what a worthless piece of shit you really are. I tried getting you help but you refused. I'll help you one last time. Here's $500, have fun and buy whatever drugs you like. But just remember when you're shooting up to think of your son and all the memories you missed. Oh, and also think of me screwing your brother. Yeah, I said it. I Hope You Choke On Your Misery!
So thats that one, and then the next one I'm not done yet. But here ya go anyways:
"Behind These Eyes"
If you could only see behind these eyes
You'd realize there's nothing but lies.
I've tried to let them fade away,
But the truth makes them want to stay.
If you knew what I have done,
You'd want to scream or up and run.
I need you
I miss you
I want you
But these lies behind my eyes
are more than I can take
If there was only a way for you to forget
about the lies and want to stay. (not finished)
So if any of you read this which I doubt please comment to let me know what ya think. Thank you