I should take up smoking,
So my lungs can match my soul.
Theres no use trying to fake it anymore,
My heart is already a black hole.
You should twist the knife in my back,
A little more to the left.
Wait, a little deeper, keep going,
I cant feel the pain yet.
Life is like a box of chocolates,
You never know what were going to get.
A life filled with misery and woe,
Or nothing but regret.
Who said life was like a fruit basket
On an Easter Sunday morning?
Or if you stay quiet long enough,
You can hear the lion roaring?
Why should I even bother,
Writing this poem for you?
So you can make fun of me and laugh?
Tell me Im just a wanna be? Im not good enough for you?
Just because you can do anything the first time you try.
Doesn't mean I dont have talent or your better then me.
This MY talent, My thing.
And someday you'll all see.
I should take up smoking,
So my lungs can match my soul,
I gave up on you,
Im the one in control
.........Now.........
12 Lost Souls
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