things have never been so clear
ive cam and went over the past years
and only stopped once to look at who I am
and then noticed that i dont lik who i have become
things seem wierd that i dont have the power to change
stuck in an invisible prison of self shame
the only person i want to get away from is impossible
the hate for myself burns inside and is unstoppable
i cant deal with the crowds becoming claustrophobic
my life blackens out and i cant handle it
ijust want to get away and run for mylife
hoping that maybe one day soon i would die
that wieght onmy shoulders is harder to hold
as i run along lifes path my head loses control
i fell pressured to suceed but dont kno if i will
sometimes i get so angry i just want to kill
anything i do isnt good enough for them
i cant win with them anymore and living is hell
but if i ended my life theyd be so dissapointed
wouldnt think twice it was them who had tempted me
they might as well have pushed me off of the edge
because as for jumping ...before i did i was dead
you can do it i kno you can was all i ever heard
every second of my life it was you have to be the best
what happend to all you can do is your best
there isnt anything more you can do..nohing less
nothing less but the windder would ever please them
thats why everytime i lost i was referred to as *it*
never forget the smie on my mums fce when i achieved
never forget the punishments i received when the winnder wasnt me
thanks to them when i look in the mirror i ee a failure
poses for pictures for her money and drugs are her only savoiur
they dont kno me anymore an i dont think i do aswell
buts its all theyre falt im this way, and that im going to hell
so thanks mom and thans dad for your tremendous support
atleast i kno that deep down you loved my medals that i won


i kno it dont rhyme that well by i am tired

Ill shit................u gotta up this...........Cause its ill,,,,,,,,,,,,,It was onpoint..............Nice content.........U stayed on topic..........And this had a Important message

thanks man, uppin fo mo opinions

i liked it alot...on point. and it doesnt matter if it rhymes. your pure emotions DONT RHYME! and thats what poetry is... emotion. Nice. Keep up

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Fuck wit me once, shame on you. Fuck wit me twice, youre dead.

thanks fam....more upin

Was a good post. A lot of emotion in it. Hootie's right, this stuff don't need to rhyme.

"i fell pressured to suceed but dont kno if i will
sometimes i get so angry i just want to kill
anything i do isnt good enough for them
i cant win with them anymore and living is hell
but if i ended my life theyd be so dissapointed"

That was a part I liked. I've felt like that before. The way you said it is exactly how I felt.

"every second of my life it was you have to be the best
what happend to all you can do is your best
there isnt anything more you can do..nohing less
nothing less but the windder would ever please them "

I liked that part too. You put a lot of feeling into this writing.

"buts its all theyre falt im this way, and that im going to hell
so thanks mom and thans dad for your tremendous support"

Thats the only part that I wasn't feeling. It's not my place to tell you what to do but don't blame them. Just pick yourself up and keep on going. Anyways, good post.

This post was aight... it was a little simple. It WAS deep though, you put some heart into this joint. In the future, try to use a little more vocab. an' shit, it'll keep up a niggas attention. HOLLA.