Thursday, September 9, 2010


Life is hell, living worse
Broken dreams, and rhymeless verse.

Agonized screams that no one hears,
High expectations, and ruthless jeers.

Exams, tests and faceless fears
Horrible, scary, deep-set fears.

Pressed and squeezed, duty-bound you see - 
That small skinny lad, yes, that is me.

The edge of a cliff, hands pushing me -
But desperate hope still clinging to me.

Without your love, dead  I shall be.
Walking, talking, but as dead as dead can be.

Please call me back; lie to me:
Look into my eyes, tell me you love me.

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