Something I wrote at 2 in the morning.

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  1. I can’t stand the world as it is today,
    I’m sick of all the people and everything that they say,

    Take a look around tell me what do you see?
    Cuz you can’t feel the pain that’s inside of me,

    Do you see that kid sitting over there?
    He wants to kill himself because nobody cares,

    What about her? She doesn’t seem so bad,
    That’s only on the outside, inside she’s sad,

    No-one has the time or patience to hear,
    That at home she’s abused and living in fear,

    It’s all about money, wealth, greed,
    And nobody cares about health, needs,

    They think the solution to crime is war,
    But killing people has never solved a thing before,

    I’m sick of how nothing in the world is fair,
    Some people have everything but they don’t wanna share,

    Some kids out there don’t have food to eat,
    They don’t own a penny, have nowhere to sleep,

    What about the animals bred everyday,
    Given as a present and then thrown away,

    I’d love to see the numbers in shelters halved,
    But all I can see is more abused and starved,

    Kids in the third world with nowhere to play,
    Cuz a bomb blew their town up yesterday,

    I’m sick of everybody killing each other,
    Seeing innocent children running for cover,

    Women too scared to stand up for their rights,
    Cuz when the go home they’ll be beaten at night,

    I’m really not sure if love even exists,
    Cuz what kind of person shows love with their fists?

    I wish all the rich would take a second and stop,
    Just to look at the luck and all the things that they’ve got,

    Look at that girl in the mental home,
    All that she wanted was some time alone,

    With scars on her wrists people ask why,
    It helps ease the pain and it helps her to cry,

    Not enough people give kids their time,
    Then wonder why they turn to drugs, crime,

    No-one to talk to they hold it all inside,
    When it all gets too much it leads to suicide,

    Did you know that the rates are on the increase now?
    Why’d it get so bad? I don’t know how,

    If only everyone got their priorities straight,
    I’m sure that the world wouldn’t be in this state,

    I need to say something about life as it is,
    Cuz I don’t think I can take much more of this,

    I put pen to paper and let out a sigh,
    Write my final letter and sign it goodbye,

    I’m sorry it’s like this, if I could just be okay,
    But this world aint changing, or the games people play,

    I guess I wasn’t cut out to live in this place,
    I can’t help my feelings or put a smile on my face,

    So this is my exit, the end of it all,
    I’m better of dead because life is too cruel.
  2. Spearmint

    Spearmint Well-Known Member

    Oh wow...This is so good, really.. It's really deep, and true..Nice job, I really like it. :hug:
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